No doubt all parents can imagine my panic of what I might now hear, but I agreed to take the dictation.
My daughter's request was singular, reasonable and predictable. My son, left me speechless.
'I want a chicken'
'I want a chicken to take to bed'
Well, this wasn't my problem it was Father Christmas', so i wrote the letter, they sealed the envelope and posted it.
I could sympathise with Father Christmas, after all I, like him, live in a remote rural location with few shops, but at least he has elves.
|poultry in motion|
but no doubt the elves had read it, because on Christmas morning there by the side of the stocking, sat a little chicken.