One year, he arrived at the helm of a Sunseeker - this this year he rode in an armoured scout car -
Anne was singing carols with Local Vocals - she wore a brave scarlet coat -
I'd heard the choir sing Gaudete in Kingston Church - for a while then I'd thought I was a poor scholar, shivering in a thin gown -
The words of the Tudor carol drifted through the nave like snowflakes, each one ageless, summoning angels -
We waited for Father Christmas at the Town Cross, between The Red Lion and The Black Bear -
The Gugge Band played their swaggering lolloping joyous anthems - trombones shone - tubas pulsed -
The Muddlecombe Men went by, heading up West Street -
Dads snarfed scorching hot chips from Long Johns Fish and Chips - a balloon floated over the roof of the old town hall -
A choir of shiny tots sang The Twelve Days of Christmas - we all joined in with five golden rings -
Doughty nans and granddads leaned upon their walking aids -
Young mums sashayed by, texting saucy messages -
The Wareham and Swanage Town Criers cried oyez oyez -
The Master of Ceromonies egged on the crowd -
How do we know he's the real Father Christmas ?
His golden boots we roared -
This year, we didn't stay to see Father Christmas wave his boots in the air -
18.30
December 14 2014
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