I’ve written this little ditty with my congratulations to all the organisers, helpers, dancers, stall holders, singers and anyone else involved in Christmas on the Green – it was wonderful.
It took me back to my childhood. 1946 is a long time ago and things were very different then.
1946 to 2014:
I’ve been to Santa’s grotto,
And it took me back in years,
To when I was a little child,
And stroked the reindeer’s ears.
My Father said it was a reindeer,
But it looked so tired and worn.
And in my heart of hearts I knew,
It was a donkey with wooden horns.
And Santa, that fat, happy chap,
In his red suit and whiskery face.
My Santa wore a dressing gown,
With cotton wool stuck on his face.
We didn’t have a present,
Santa didn’t have a sack.
We just got a smile and a Ho Ho Ho,
And a hearty pat on the back.
But my Dad bought me ice cream!
The first ice cream I had.
So with carols, and donkeys and Santa,
1946, Christmas wasn’t too bad.
Croft Drive, Grantham