Christmas

My memory of Christmas, as a child, is of going to the circus at Belle Vue.


It was also the Christmas Party at my father's factory, Fairy Aviation in Heaton Chapel; and a trip to Lewis's to see Father Christmas in his Grotto. I remember queuing up for ages and then getting a gift which seemed to always be a bagatelle!



Pamela (Greenhalgh) Pugh sent the photo below of her visit.
She added the comment, "Scared stiff of Father Christmas", and looking at it, I can see why.

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