An extract from my diary at www.the-real-miosotis.com
I had an unexpected visit from a big man with a white beard last night, Christmas Eve.
He was stuffing something in my stocking and waving his sack in my face, I had never seen one with bells on before.
There was very little conversation.
Where he had his face I could not hear a word he said, it sounded like a motor boat...and his ears were covered so he could not hear me either!
Before he left he did say that his was the first time that he had come UP the chimney.