My grandfather, after a few glasses of holiday cheer, went out into the back yard and fired off his shotgun a couple of times. He returned to the kitchen and announced to us wide-eyed little kids, in his thick Northern Irish accent: " They’ll be no Christmas, this year. Sandy Clause is dead ! "
My grandfather, after a few glasses of holiday cheer, went out into the back yard and fired off his shotgun a couple of times. He returned to the kitchen and announced to us wide-eyed little kids, in his thick Northern Irish accent: " They’ll be no Christmas, this year. Sandy Clause is dead ! "