Happy Christmas

Happy Christmas, Chaps*

Christmas isn't what it was though, is it?

I remember when I was a child, on Christmas morning our parents would give us all a haircut and then make Christmas dinner with all the trimmings. . .

I heard a strange story concerning Christmas from Australia. Don't know if it's true or not.

Some years ago, a family emigrated from the UK to Australia.
During their first Christmas there, their 11 year old daughter was suddenly struck dumb. No amount of doctors could find out what was wrong with her, despite all sorts of tests.

So she had to endure many years of not being able to speak a word. Then, when she was in her mid-twenties, she had a sudden coughing fit and coughed up an object and her speech immediately came back. It turned out that the object was a sixpence that had been put in the Christmas pud all those years ago.**

Funny thing was, when she started talking again she had a broad Aussie accent despite having an English accent when she first lost her voice.

Still, it's a funny old world, innit eh? Eh?





*Using the word 'chaps' in its non-gender specific meaning of course.

**It used to be the custom to put coins in Christmas puddings. Nowadays people use credit cards.