I sprouted little horns and turned devil’s advocate “But we must move into the fast lane to claim our share of any spoils going when the going gets tough”. A disdainful look escaped through a tangle of beard and whiskers. A withering put-down followed.
“That’s not very convincing for someone with a track record for wanting to single and then cobble the A11 highway”. Santa had called my bluff and we both grimaced at the prospect of denouncing a wish-list seemingly built more on greed than gratitude.
He went first. “Take this lovely part of the world …”. Right on cue, an icy blast jumped up from a lively sea, rattled his chip papers and ruffled his outfit. “One of those lazy old winds, boy, that comes straight from Scroby. Where was I? Oh, yes. I get requests from tourism bosses to always make it busier next summer.