I was thinking about the festive season upon us the other day, well more a specific thought, because let's face it, most thoughts occupy the Christmas theme as it is ALL around. But I was thinking specifically about the item of presents.
Ever since I could remember, I've always known where Mum hid our presents that would be deemed from 'Santa'. Actually on that note, I don't remember ever believing in Santa. Having two older brothers and one younger, the tradition of believing that such a wonderful person who would magically deliver presents to all children across the world was lost on I. Obviously there was a time when I did believe in Santa, but seeing as though I don't remember, I feel I've never held such a naive optimism.
