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With the festive date just around the corner we were talking in the office about children, and who's children still believe 
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Thankfully mine are still very young and do, which as conversations do led on to my best memory of Christmas. A memory which I often remember, even away from the festive period.
I was about 7 years old, and my brother was around 5. We were staying at my Nan and Grandads farm just outside Ashford in Kent. My great gran also lived with them both.
My Grandad was a farmer by trade, and very old fashioned in that he didn't have time for children. They got in the way, shoudl be seen and not heard. We were a bit scared of him really.
Christmas morning my brother and I were in our Gran's room all excited, trying to wake her up when there was a knock on her bedroom window. It was Father Christmas.
We ran to the living room to open the door to him, and there he was with a sleigh and a sack of presents. The whole family come into the room (amazing they all awoke at the same time!) and Santa passed everyones presents to my brother and I for us to hand out to everyone. When he was finished he left.
What seems like seconds later Grandad crashed in the room (his bedroom also opened onto the living room) really angry and annoyed with the noise. Telling us children to quieten the noise down. We were excited and said Santa had been to which we replied with hog wash and be quiet.
Years later we found photo's of him trying on the Santa costume, and that ishow we found out that Santa wasn't real, but that Christmas was the best Christmas ever for me and I'll never forget it.
He had got a few of the cattle to walk through the garden to create the footprints in the snow (we had snow in those days before global warming), and dragged a sled behind them to create the tracks. After passing out the presents he sprinted around farm house and climbed in through his bedroom window, removed the costume and put on his dressing gown to bound in the living room.
Unfortunately he died of cancer before I was old enough to build a man's relationship with him, but I now know that he really did care for us young kids.
.Thankfully mine are still very young and do, which as conversations do led on to my best memory of Christmas. A memory which I often remember, even away from the festive period.
I was about 7 years old, and my brother was around 5. We were staying at my Nan and Grandads farm just outside Ashford in Kent. My great gran also lived with them both.
My Grandad was a farmer by trade, and very old fashioned in that he didn't have time for children. They got in the way, shoudl be seen and not heard. We were a bit scared of him really.
Christmas morning my brother and I were in our Gran's room all excited, trying to wake her up when there was a knock on her bedroom window. It was Father Christmas.
We ran to the living room to open the door to him, and there he was with a sleigh and a sack of presents. The whole family come into the room (amazing they all awoke at the same time!) and Santa passed everyones presents to my brother and I for us to hand out to everyone. When he was finished he left.
What seems like seconds later Grandad crashed in the room (his bedroom also opened onto the living room) really angry and annoyed with the noise. Telling us children to quieten the noise down. We were excited and said Santa had been to which we replied with hog wash and be quiet.
Years later we found photo's of him trying on the Santa costume, and that ishow we found out that Santa wasn't real, but that Christmas was the best Christmas ever for me and I'll never forget it.
He had got a few of the cattle to walk through the garden to create the footprints in the snow (we had snow in those days before global warming), and dragged a sled behind them to create the tracks. After passing out the presents he sprinted around farm house and climbed in through his bedroom window, removed the costume and put on his dressing gown to bound in the living room.
Unfortunately he died of cancer before I was old enough to build a man's relationship with him, but I now know that he really did care for us young kids.
