A/N Aunt Aggie is our family ghost. When the boys were young, and had been naughty, and the wife had conveniently had a headache three nights in a row, instead of reading the boys a bedtime story I would make up a horrifying tale about Aunt Aggie. This normally had the effect of making them wake up screaming in the middle of the night. They would then crawl into our bed and I would go off and spend a peaceful night in their bed while they spent the rest of the night kicking their Mother. it seemed to me, at the time, that this sort of killed two birds with one stone.
It may also go some way to explaining my failure to win 'Husband and Father of the Year' twenty times in succession.
Here goes:
Aunt Aggie called the other night
She asked me where you were
I told her you had flown the nest
But you were fine for sure.
She said she might just call on you
And tell a Christmas tale
Of times gone past, and times to come
When goodness shall prevail.
So when you blow your candles out
And rest your weary head
Remember dear old Aggie
For she might be by your bed
And when you've heard the tale she tells
Your nightcap you may doff
But if you didn't like it
Just tell her to F**k Off!
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Owain Glyn
