I have amazing parents; allow me to brag. Mum will be 84 this year, Dad 77. Dad has a heart condition, non Hodgkins Lymphoma (in remission) and very severe oesteo arthritis. Mum’s sight and hearing aren’t great and she suffers with a frozen shoulder and tinitus.
Ok, so, they have reasons to “take it easy”. Not likely. They recently started visiting a small home for mentally disabled adults. This week they were invited to the birthday party of one of the residents. In the course of the conversation, my Dad asked the manager if Father Christmas ever came to visit the home. The reply was that they couldn’t afford to hire one. My Dad has offered to brush off his outfit (stored for the last 7 years), and do his Father Christmas routine for the eight residents at Christmas. He did this for fifty years on the trot, but then felt it was time to pack the boots and outfit away.
So, the corridors will once again be ringing with “Ho Ho Hoing”. I suspect mum will get busy with presents for the sack too, as she’s always fitted the role of Mother Christmas perfectly!
Honestly, there are some folk you simply can’t tie down. I’m thrilled.
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