I didn't join in last week because I couldn't think of a single story of Christmas Past.
This week, however, given that I've been to see Santa with The Boy Child, I knew I had a good memory.
In the early 1970s, we were fortunate to live in Hong Kong. We were a military family and my brother, sister and I were the classic military brats.
But we weren't Army.
We were Royal Air Force.
And that meant instead of us going to Santa's Grotto to see Santa, he flew in by helicopter to see us.
And a ya-boo-sucks to the Army brats.