There’s a big folder in the cupboard under the stairs which holds all of those fabulous Christmas cards and pictures Rory created at primary school. The picture on the left was a collaboration between him and his mate, thinking up adjectives to link with Christmas words. He was about nine or ten at the time, which probably accounts for some of the bizarre alliterations and downright mischievous suggestions. Let me give you a flavour:
May I also share with you “Rudolph’s Christmas” which was written when I think he was about seven.
Hello, I am Rudolph. I help Father Christmas get to all the children. When I am pulling the sleigh I see frosty gardens, floating flakes of snow, icy roads and stuff like that. When Father Christmas comes to all the children he gets mince pies but I just get a manky carrot. Yes, this house is better, they left a mince pie for me. Let’s go back home Father Christmas. Oh no theres a concorde we are going to crash! wow that was close! lets go back to my stable. Rory.
Kids…don’t you just love ’em.