I asked my young grandson what he would like Santa to bring him. He produced a long, long list.
When I commented on its length, he said, 'It's just in case this is the last year I believe in him'.
When my other granddaughter went to see Santa, he asked her what her name was.
She said, 'Angela,what's yours?' Without thinking he said, 'Bill Smith'.
When he asked her what she would like she said, 'I can't tell you - it's a secret'.
At my grandson's nativity play, the third wise man marched up to the cradle and bellowed,
'Frank sent this'.
My granddaughter was playing Mary, and forgot her lines, so she ad-libbed, telling Joseph,
'I'm having a baby - oh, and it's not yours'.
When at a friend's house, her six-year old son poked his head round the door and said,
'Mum, you know I wanted a bike for Christmas? Well, I don't need it now. I just found one
behind your wardrobe'.
When I took a three-year old little girl to a pet shop to buy a whistle as a Christmas present
for my disobedient dog, she stared wide-eyed and asked, 'Will he be able to blow it?'
When staying at my daughter's I heard my grandson praying at the top of his voice for a new bike.
His big sister told him. 'Santa's not deaf, you know'.
He replied, 'No, but Granddad is'.