I suppose it has a lot to do with my two-year old nephew starting to understand this time of year. Well, what I mean by that is he knows that there is a fella called 'Father Crispmas' and he brings toys.
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As I was typing the above bit up, I was trying to recall the first Christmas that I can remember.
And, as I think back, the memory that exists is of a toy police car.
There was a flashing light above it. When the light was pushed down, a voice - the police car's radio - would inform of 'hostages at the bank'.
I didn't hear it as that, though.
It took me a while to figure out that ostriches don't have bank accounts.
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