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Chrissy
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In the late 50's and early 60's Father Christmas would come up from Aston up Rocky Lane through Nechells. My mum would take me to wait for him, he would come from under the bridge from Aston into Nechells. Now this was almost as exciting as Christmas eve and Christmas day. How I wish I could get thoses feeling back. The sled which Father Christmas rode on was so brightly lit with what seemed like thousands of coloured lights and the music was so loud, but in a blink of a childs eye he was gone, until he came on Christmas eve,with almost every thing I had asked for,I can never remember asking for an orange and an apple but every year he left me one of each. Oh Santa where are you? :'(