Santa’s complain.
Alex was five; all his Christmas presents were always signed, ’from Father Christmas.’
A little while after Alex had opened all his presents on Christmas morning,
we became aware that he was looking quite down in the mouth for no obvious reason.
’What’s the matter, Alex?’ I asked.
’Ummmm, ’replied Alex slowly, ’I really hoped that you and Mummy would give me something for Christmas.’
