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There goes Santa Claus

I originally wrote this in 2007. It is worth a reprint.

Some of our most vivid memories are of childhood events. We old codgers may not be able to remember what we had for breakfast, but can recall every detail of our first Christmas concert.

At my first, I was a bumblebee. We each had cardboard cut-outs we coloured black and yellow ourselves. We held them up in up in front of us and danced in a line across the stage.

It was exciting.

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