What’s your first memory of Father Christmas? Mine was at the annual Welsh chapel Sunday school Christmas party, the one where, every year, I’d be perplexed as to why Santa gave me a book when everyone else got a pack of coloured felt tips (‘Didn’t you read my list?!’ I always want to say). Years later I recognised my mum’s writing inside the books and twigged that she was Santa’s little book-loving helper. It was at the same party that I clocked that Santa happened to have the same brown Hush Puppies as Ben, one of the other dads, rather than boots. Anyway, have a great Christmas Eve of memory-making, whatever you’re up to (just don’t forget to change your handwriting…and your footwear…).
Martha, The Colour File x