‘My very first Christmas, maybe my second Christmas, there was a man called Sam who apparently dressed up as Father Christmas,’ he said. ‘All the children loved it, all completely fooled by Father Christmas being there.
‘Eventually he said: ‘Ho ho ho, it’s time for me to go,’ back to Greenland or wherever he comes from, so he left. Then I, the youngest of all of them, said: ‘Sam’s gone’ and completely gave the game away to all the other children.’
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