Merry Memories
Words by Tegan Davies Santa once proved his existence in front of my very eyes. I donÔÇÖt know how he did it, but when my uncle told me to put my Christmas list on top of the coals of the unlit fire that year, the whole thing disappeared without me even noticing. I must have been about seven or eight ÔÇô still old enough to … Continue reading Merry Memories