CLOWNING AROUND
Stepping out of my van, I threw a red, velvet cape with a white fur trim over my shoulders.
Fastening it at my neck, I turned to Father Christmas.
‘How do I look?’ I asked.
‘Super,’ he replied, smiling underneath his beard.
‘Let’s go,’ I grinned.
Walking up to a festivelydecorated door, I knocked.
As it swung open, I grinned down at a beautifully-dressed little
