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When 7 Dogs Became 7 Reindeers- Day 19

The glue had worked so well, that Uncle Tom could not take it off. It definitely wasn’t budging. So Uncle Tom resigned himself to the fact that he would have to wear his Santa beard up until the big day.

Usually, Uncle Tom was bald as a coot… not a single hair could be seen on that man's head.

“Ooh I wish my legs were just as smooth,” Aunty Cath would say as she polished his head…. And it wasn’t only her that wished that was true, I once thought I was stroking Mabel, only to realise it was Aunty Caths' left leg.


Anyway…. The point was that Uncle Tom had no idea how to keep his beard clean and to be honest it was getting a bit stinky.

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