One Christmas eve, many moons ago, I caught a taxi back from the bank, my husband had died a few weeks before (36) and my daughters were both under 5, I asked the bank for an over draught because life was falling apart, mortgage etc, they refused. For some reason (probably because I was so upset) I told the cabbie everything. The next morning at about 7am we heard a handbell and looked out of the window. The taxi driver had dressed as Santa and brought us food, toys and a little cash. How wonderful was that?
Now that's Christmas spirit :-)
2007-12-03
22:30:10
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