The Little Christmas Present

I saw him. You probably don't believe me but I did. He smelt like mince pies and Christmas decorations and there was glitter in his beard. He told me I'd been good but there was a recession on so I only got a small present. I told my mummy that was why. She cried. I think they were tears of joy. I should have taken a photo of him. She would have cried even more if I had, I think. But I forgot. I'll get one next year.