Man with big white beard and red-light livestock.

He's been. Sure has. The carrots had been nibbled. The milk had been drunk. The big jolly rotund chap had delivered. He wasn't happy though, as the large open fire was still smouldering and had burnt his feet. That's what his little note said. And I should know. The result was two of the sweetest little girls diving under the tree opening presents. If I ever have kids, they better be something like these two. A little voice whispered in my ear 'It's so nice to have you here, Uncle Alan'. I could have cried. Aw heck, maybe I did. Proper Christmas. The Sea Monkeys were a massive hit. Albeit my sis raised an eyebrow or two.