It that time of the year once again-the run up to Christmas, which is traditionally a time when we are expected to think of those less fortunate that ourselves.
In our workplace we are having a collection for underprivileged children, where we are being encouraged to bring in unwanted items which can be given as Christmas presents.
I have lots of things they might want in my spare room (why, it’s like Aladdin’s cave)-offcut bits of wood, old loft insulation, toilet roll tubes and cat baskets with sick on them to name just a couple of the many items on offer, any of which would bring a smile of joy to the face of some urchin from a council estate on Christmas morning...
Imagine their little face light up with joy as they exclaim "Look Mummy! Look Daddy! See what Santa has brought me!! A box of used Cat Litter! God Bless us one and all!!”
Heartwarming image, isn’t it?
What manner of beast am I?
- Fat Edgar
- Edgar Grimshaw-68 year old retired Cheese Handler, man and boy. I remember the days before pederasts. A more innocent age-Scarborough on Bank Holidays and Whitsun Walks, golden years, golden years. Now don't get me wrong, I know some smashing foreigners. Don't mind if I do, mine's a pint, thanks.Can you get me some more mustard while you're up? Needs a bit more lubricant, this ones going in a bit dry...
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