It was Christmas Eve and I was getting everything ready for Santa. I gave Santa a glass of milk, some cookies, a bar of chocolate and of course some carrots for the reindeers. I was really looking forward to getting a giraffe because I asked for one every year but this year was the year to get a real one.
Before bed I had a brown bread sandwich with melted cheese on it and a greasy, salted sausage with it.
The next morning I woke up to find a robotic giraffe and not a real giraffe. My Dad was in peals of laughter and that was the person I had open admiration for.
Well NOT Any More.