Father Christmas's Grotto
Being on the committee of our local infants school and the oldest I was duly voted to be Father Christmas in his grotto at the Christmas bazaar this year. The day came and on Saturday I was installed in the grotto in the staff room with my white beard and red cloak. At ten o/clock the bazaar opened and a steady stream of kids came through attended by their respective parent or grandparent which allowed me to sit the excited child on my lap, all went well with me chatting to the appropriate kid asking them what they wanted for Christmas and then giving them a parcel from the sack which the mothers had filled the week before.
It was when a doting Grandmother deposited a little girl of about five or six on my knee that things went wrong I asked the little girl the usual question "What do you want for Christmas?" and she whispered sweetly in my ear "I want a wee" at this stage I panicked my first thought was for my best trousers that I had donned for the occasion my second thought was I was soon going to have a very damp and soggy child sitting on me, with great presence of mind I quickly handed the surprised child back to her grandma mouthing that "She wants a wee" it was then that the little girl burst into tears and was hastily removed by her Grandmother. I carried on relieved with the thought that I had avoided wet trousers when a few minutes later the irate grandparent of the little girl barged in to my fairy grotto saying "You silly old fool she was asking for the latest things that all the kids want now - a Nintendo Wii "
Attendance at my grotto seemed to dry up after that.
Short story by Toonist
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Written on 2010-11-24 at 10:57
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