I drove past it the other day. They've turned the quiet site of the old abbey into a multicoloured funfair: spinning carousels and lasers beaming into the sky. It's not my kind of place, but if that's where Santa wants to hang out these days, then that's fair enough. I just hope the sound of the awful music doesn't startle the reindeer.
It occurs to me then that the reason I haven't seen any Santas is that they've relocated to the places where I'm not likely to go: the garden centres, the winter wonderlands, the out of town places where people in big cars take their children.
"Thanks," I said to my sister, "I'll be alright."
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