It’s very cruel what I see when Christmas approaches. Yes, it is cruelty seeing poor Father Christmas, an old man with white hair and a white beard , hanging in a lot of windows. You have him in different sizes and mostly bought in Chinese shops. He is not Chinese though, he comes from the north of Europe and enters Spanish homes by the window but as long as we know he should arrive on Christmas Eve not that much before. We have seen him now for almost a month, hanging above our heads on a rope. He withstands rain and wind and every now and then moves from his former position and his hands don’t grasp the rope anymore. Poor thing! The rope has moved and he is not trying to climb the walls of the houses anymore.
Help!, that horrible rope encircles his neck and he is looking at us with despair. Please, save Father Christmas.