I trudged behind my Mum, who had taken me to a mountain town. The only good things were the food and the store. It was called “The Aussie Christmas Store”. I had raided the shelves but Mum wanted to stay a longer so I had to lug fifty-bajillion bags up a mountain because Mum refused to go to the car.
I blinked back into reality when I saw a sad looking statue. Most would say scary but it looked lonely to me. I quickly made a decision and as I left, I looked behind me and there was a stature with an Aussie Santa.