TYPPANY AND FALAFOOZA
If you take the Santa Train up above the
Hawley hills - as it wends past farmland
and meadows, you do finally get somewhere
untainted by Christmas and all its racket.
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People sit in an open car, dusting things
off their coats and jackets, and some mother,
of course, always begins yapping to her kids
about "Watch out for live cinders! They'll
burn a hole in your coat, and that's your good
coat, remember; you have to wear that to Aunt
Jane's next week!' Why are mothers always like
that? Mine was too, as I remember well.
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The kids themselves can't do anything about it,
if there even are cinders (I think she's mixing up
steam trains with this Diesel). They're supposed
to dodge the red mite they see flying through the
sky? Then, that some mother would probably start
yapping about them 'keeping to their seats and
quite fidgeting around!. You'll fall of the train
and get hurt!'
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