“It was like the bar scene in Star Wars, rewritten by Harold Pinter.”by Toby Young / December 23, 2015 / Leave a comment
Shame descended on the Young household last Christmas. When my wife, Caroline, picked up our nine-year-old son from school on the last day of the term, she was intercepted by his teacher, who wanted a quiet word.
Oh no, she thought. What’s Ludo done now?
In fact, it was more a case of what I’d done—or failed to do. The teacher explained that she’d asked the children to write “letters to Santa,” saying what they wanted for Christmas. At the top of his list Ludo had written: “Light bulb.” When the teacher asked him why he’d chosen such an unusual present he told her that the bulb in his bedroom had stopped working six months ago. Ludo’s hope was that if Santa put a bulb in his stocking, his deadbeat dad might finally get around to replacing it.
One of the reasons I was so embarrassed by this story is that, for years now, I’ve been complaining about how greedy my kids are when it comes to Christmas presents. Ludo has never asked for anything as modest as a light bulb before. On the contrary, he has presented me…