Dear Santa

Have you written your Christmas wish list yet? No, I haven't either, but my kids have. They sat down at the weekend and composed their lists — in their best handwriting. My eight-year-old son would like a Nintendo DS and two games to go with it: Mario Kart and Star Wars. The next item on the list is "stylisch mustaches" [sic]. I wonder how many eight-year-olds want stylish mustaches for Christmas. Probably not many.

Dear Santa (click on the image to read the letter)

We have a pack of "self-adhesive stylish mustaches" on the shelf — "A mustache for every day of the week!" It's been there for about eight years. Now and then, my son will remember that they are there and ask whether he can try one on; and I always say no. Not because of the choking hazard, but because soon after the packet has been opened, the contents will become rubbish lying around in corners of the house and our pack of mustaches little more than a memory.

After being denied for so long, my son has taken matters into his own hands and asked Santa to get him his own pack, with which he can do as he chooses.

So, I imagine I'll be sitting down to Christmas dinner with my children wearing mustaches. I might even be forced to wear one myself. And why not? If you can't wear a nice handlebar mustache at Christmas, when can you?

Santa, if you're reading my blog, this is where you get them. Hurry now, while stocks last!

My Christmas wishes? I'd like a flat in the city, a bar of Galaxy and world peace, thanks.