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| Santa and his sack |
The Oka was decked out in the appropriate tinsel. The elves wore santa hats and Santa was resplendant in a red velvet suit and flowing silver curls. It was a sight to behold as the procession wended its way from the fire shed on Panorama, north to the units taking in all the streets to the west as they went, down Lakeside Terrace taking care not to miss any of the side streets, then around to the old part of town, in and out of every street and finishing off with a trip down to Fairway Terrace where the Christmas lights twinkled and flashed as night approached.
With a ghetto blaster firmly planted on the roof of the little lead Suzuki, carols rang out across the town. I was told that the music and the siren could be heard from every part of town. People ran out to greet Santa and the adults were as enthusiastic as the kids. Others had waited patiently on their front lawns to wave as the procession passed by. One lady ran out and gave Santa a well deserved beer - I'm sure he appreciated that little guesture!
By the time they returned to the fire shed, Santa has given out 150 chocolates and lolly pops, the sun had gone down and the children were tip toeing off to bed. Calm settled over the little town of Preston Beach and Santa jumped on his sleigh and disappeared over the national park calling "Ho, Ho, Ho, and a Merrrrry Christmas"
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