Well I had this crazy dream about flying kangaroos, wombats and Santa all at the Christmas Tavern, the one at the bottom of the lane in Gloucester. So I thought I would take another walk just to satisfy my curiousity that I hadn't imagined it and sure enough there it was all glowing and welcoming so in I went. Inside was the same portly bewhiskered barman flushed and clearly stressed out surrounded by hopping flying kangaroos and the most gorgeous wombette all fluffy wearing a pink sparkly collar. 'Yes you guessed it he said I am Santa and I thought I would deliver presents for children with an Antipodean theme this year and give poor old Rudolph a rest.' He served me a tot of whiskey when I finished my drink I rummaged around in my pocket to pay him and instead of money somehow it had changed to a pocket full of carrots. 'This is all I have' I said. 'That would be perfect for them all, especially Wombetta wombat who is only young and has been fretting. Pre-Christmas nerves, you know!' He sighed with relief. Each animal was satisfied and ready to get into some sort of flying order and Wombetta who had pride of place in the front of the sleigh alongside Santa. 'Just one thing, you must promise never to tell a soul what you have seen or the magic won't happen' Reluctantly I promised and went on my way. I turned again to see if the Tavern was still there but just as the last time it was gone.