Santa Claus and HDBs
I suddenly recall with much amusement, a period in my younger years when I was very gullible. Do a little convincing and I would believe that a fairy will visit me if I can fart to the tune of ‘London Bridge is Falling Down’.
It was a Christmas eve that day and my Mum & maid told me and my brother that Santa Claus is visiting that night and the both of us should hang socks on the window in order to receive gifts from the man in red who travels with flying reindeers.
I don’t know about the rest of you but I don’t have nice Christmas socks like the ones above and all I have were old, white socks that I wear to school. They were so old that some spots were a little yellow and the rubbers at the top of the socks were loose and over stretched. If Santa were visiting with gifts, why not make full use of the situation; and so I put up the largest, old, smelly sock that I could find on the window grille that night. (I realized later that Santa usually climb down chimneys and since HDBs do not have any, I should have hung the sock near the rubbish chute…)
I woke up the next morning with my white sock groaning with the weight of sweets and candy and believing that Santa actually came by Jurong West that night.
Oh, the shame.
