That's right. At 6.20 PM on Christmas Eve, having been alerted by the internet, we stood in our garden and watched a bright star pass overhead from west to east. With night glasses it was just possible to resolve two rectangular structures, presumably panniers filled with prezzies attached to Santa's sleigh. My binoculars were not strong enough to make out the reindeer, but there can be no doubting they were there all right.
Some cynics say it was actually a sighting of the International Space Station, orbiting some 350 miles above the Earth at a speed of 17,000 miles an hour, and that those two tiny rectangles were the vast twin solar cell arrays, but that didn't stop thousands of parents across southern England taking their kids outside and pointing out Santa's progress across the firmament. As agent Mulder used to say, I want to believe. He also said The truth is out there, but clearly, as we witnessed three nights ago, the truth is up there.
How was Christmas for you? For us it was rather more successful than of late despite occasional (and inevitable) minor disasters, like my brother's much vaunted Brussels sprouts au gratin which by the time they reached the plate were as hard as gobstoppers. Never mind. His mulled wine was terrific.
Hope yours was good. I'm off to watch about seven Carry On movies I've recorded over the last couple of days. What's wrong? They represent a phenomenon that is the distilled pure essence of Britishnesss in the 60s and 70s, before we lost our innocence and punk, and Margaret Thatcher, changed everything forever.
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