Imagine...

...waking up on Christmas morning and getting this as your present from Santa. And then realising that your Dad made it specially for you. So Dad is Santa. Or Santa is Dad. But it doesn't matter because you have a ROCKING HORSE.


A slightly more innocent Blip than yesterday. Isn't the world full of extremes and contradictions?

Seen in a shop on Easter Road if you think you'd like it.