When i was a little kid, on christmas eve, my older brothers will ceremonially take out the bicycle and vanish for a few minutes – presumably to remind ‘an old man’ to bring their kid sister a present.
And that night mum will help me tie a little hanky made into a loop , outside the mosquitoe net of my canvas bed.
And the next morning- my little hanky will be filled with little gifts : notebooks with the covers made from re-cycled birthday cards , colour pencils and maybe 2 or 3 sweets….
i wonder if that old man still around..?
Merry Christmas !!