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Happy Wagga Christmas

It really is that time of year

Ah, Wagga Wagga. Why have I not visited you before?

In fact, Santa pipped me to the proverbial post. I love it that Santa makes it all the way to Wagga Wagga. You'd think it might be an Australian outpost too far, but no, there he is with his reindeer and his sleigh. But look closely at the photo -- is that a Woolworths I see before me? They have Woolworths in Wagga Wagga?! Or maybe that's where all the defunct Woolworths went when they were shut down over here. I can just imagine a great ocean liner, full of rather forlorn-looking shops, all awaiting a new life on sunnier shores. I'm sure they have a nicer time in Wagga Wagga than they would on the average British high street, so we shouldn't feel too bad about it.

Anyway, it all went extremely well with Santa.

While Santa's arrival was the highlight of the night, shoppers had already enjoyed plenty of entertainment with giveaways, face-painting, roving entertainment and the popular bouncing kangaroos.

What was the roving entertainment? That's what I want to know. I do like entertainment that roves, that's on the move, but in a sort of skulking way. It's much the best.

And as for the popular bouncing kangaroos -- it's just too good. Christmas simply isn't Christmas without popular bouncing kangaroos.