In the 1970s, Father Christmas was a rather clumsy fellow. Sure, he'd leave a sack of presents each for me and my brother, plus a pile of other presents too large to fit into the sack, but he always managed to drop a few behind furniture that my mum didn't find until later in the day. Seriously, these extra 'dropped' gifts would appear from morning until night. Every year. And the following year, it never once occurred to me (or my usually inquisitive bro) to check if he'd dropped any that year.
Have a fabulous Christmas and party like it's 1978. Now where did I put my crepe paper Christmas crackers and tree made of tinsel.
