THIS is the time of year when Brian Morton of Milnsbridge develops a split personality. That is because Brian (and whisper this quietly so the children can’t hear) is really Santa Claus.
He is also a bit of a poet and philosophiser and has sent me his latest musings about Christmas. Here’s his poem called Again:
Again it’s that time of year, that Santa and his elves do fear.
Presents for Bill, clothes for Ben, smellies for Sue, earrings for Jen;
Labelling that, packing this: is Charlie a Master or a Miss?
Does she want it black or want it Blue, oh I don’t know, what can I do?
A PlayStation or video game? I need advice, to me they’re the same.
Batteries? Do I put some in? Better be sure – I’ll still not win.
Does that bike want two wheels or three? She wants some surprises, now let me see.
Two of these, three of them. Oh that looks nice, a proper gem.
Chocolates and sweets, they’re all right – just a minute am I doing right?
Is she allergic or a Vegan pure? You see the problem, and I must be sure.
Can’t upset the little dears, that is the greatest of my fears.
But next year I shall cause a moan, and say – all go out and buy your own!
