A Child's Christmases in Wales Page #3

to getting a room.

You need more of a business plan, Gorwel.

Under this government...

Don't mention them in this house.

Under this government, people

with business sense are being rewarded.

Good business is making money at last.

Oh, yes! That's the Tories.

Good business is making money

and everyone else can go to hell.

Not for long, mind.

We're gonna get those flaming Tories out.

Just you wait till that election.

I'll be down there, voting them out.

I'll be down there,

standing up for the working man.

We'll show them that Joe Public

is not to be trifled with!

We'll all stand together!

But, Gorwel,

the election's already happened.

Has it?

Yes, it was in June.

The Conservatives won by a landslide.

Oh. Hmm.

I was unconscious for a couple

of days around then, Bren.

Must have passed me by, like.

Right! Well, you two

better get yourselves up to bed.

Make sure you get a good night's sleep.

Father Christmas only comes

when you're sleeping.

Why?

I didn't make the rules, Owen.

I just abide by them. Good night.

Boys.

- Good night, boys.

- Good night, boys.

After we went to bed,

Christmas Eve really got going.

Time for a bit of Max, I think.

We'd hear drinking and high spirits.

And then the sound of Max Boyce.

I could never really understand

who Max Boyce was

or why he shouted so much.

I assumed he was a PE teacher.

Oi! Oi!

It Sosban fach yn berwi ar y tan

Sosban fawr yn berwi ar y llawr...

Max Boyce!

Madhouse!

I never knew quite what to say

to Maurice.

And he never knew

quite what to say to me.

So we would mostly just

look at each other.

After four Or five hours of this,

it started to drag a bit.

Oi! Oi! Oi!

Seems pretty quiet up there.

Maybe they're getting

a good night's sleep.

No-o, they're thick as thieves,

those two.

If I know Maurice,

he'll be up to some mischief. Eh?

Do you think if you're blind,

you still have to have your eyes shut

for Father Christmas to come?

Bum!

Because of Uncle Gorwel's faith

that one day we'd have

a white Christmas,

he gave us sledges every year.

I had a cupboard full.

Obviously it would've been a better

present, if it had snowed, like.

Thank you anyway, Uncle Gorwel.

Hm. I feel like I should give you

something else, really.

Oh, don't be silly!

If either of you want my shirt...

Oh, Gorwel,

they'll be fine with the sledges.

I've got a ball here.

They'll be fine with the sledges,

Gorwel.

Right you are.

And for the lovely Brenda...

Years ago, Gorwel had made

cheese on toast for my parents,

and, to be polite, my mother

pretended she loved cheese,

even though she hated it.

She was still paying

for this mistake.

Cheeses Of Asia.

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