I hope no little people (Leprechauns too!) are reading this? Good, Are you sitting comfortably? Then I shall begin.
I must have been about ten and I had mithered (a northern word) my parents for my very own acoustic guitar. So much so that they took me to town to be fitted out with my very own bespoke size guitar. Then they made me give it back to the shopkeeper and me dad said: "We will think about it" and winked at the shopkeeper.
Every Saturday night my mum and dad would go out for some sherbet dabs. One Saturday night exceedingly close to Chrimbo, my brother and my good self decided to have a look for our Christmas presents. We looked where my mum use to hide everything, her wardrobe!
Sure enough hiding behind one of her coats was the little guitar I saw in the shop a few weeks earlier. . So I took it out and started playing and started singing:
"Since my baby left me!"
THE STRINGS SNAPPED!
Well only three of them. I quickly put it back.
A few weeks or days later. It was Christmas Eve. I went to bed early because Father Christmas was on his way. I heard my mum and dad coming upstairs and they were shouting "shush" at each other.
Then I heard the handle turn the door into their bedroom. My dad must have took the guitar out of my Mum's wardrobe and he shouted:
"What the bloody hell!"
I awoke to find a 3 string guitar at the bottom of my bed.
Rudolph and Santa must have been having a sing song?
Have you any Christmas Eve tales?
I must have been about ten and I had mithered (a northern word) my parents for my very own acoustic guitar. So much so that they took me to town to be fitted out with my very own bespoke size guitar. Then they made me give it back to the shopkeeper and me dad said: "We will think about it" and winked at the shopkeeper.
Every Saturday night my mum and dad would go out for some sherbet dabs. One Saturday night exceedingly close to Chrimbo, my brother and my good self decided to have a look for our Christmas presents. We looked where my mum use to hide everything, her wardrobe!
Sure enough hiding behind one of her coats was the little guitar I saw in the shop a few weeks earlier. . So I took it out and started playing and started singing:
"Since my baby left me!"
THE STRINGS SNAPPED!
Well only three of them. I quickly put it back.
A few weeks or days later. It was Christmas Eve. I went to bed early because Father Christmas was on his way. I heard my mum and dad coming upstairs and they were shouting "shush" at each other.
Then I heard the handle turn the door into their bedroom. My dad must have took the guitar out of my Mum's wardrobe and he shouted:
"What the bloody hell!"
I awoke to find a 3 string guitar at the bottom of my bed.
Rudolph and Santa must have been having a sing song?
Have you any Christmas Eve tales?
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