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Professor B's pseudonymous kid reminds me a lot of how I was as a kid particularly in relation to meeting Santa Claus.

I was reluctant to go along with the common herd and sit on Santa's knee and tell him what I wanted for Christmas, It's not like he's the real one anyway. "Why are you making me do this mum?" I would whine. I much preferred to conduct my christmas wish list business with Father Christmas at a long distance via letter.

I remember that this event didn't happen at a mall (didn't have them back in the day in my neck of the woods) but in a small village hall and we had a christmas breakfast of sausages and baked beans beforehand. Such are the weird traditions in small English rural communities.