|"What do you want for Christmas?" Jason asked kindly, placing his hand on the old man's shoulder.
"Dunno." Was the stilted reply. Jason took a seat opposite his father.
"Well if you don't know I'm dammed if I do." Hackles were rising. Each visit inevitably ended in an argument.
"Socks," Jason became hopeful, "No more socks." And here we go again. "And no aftershave. That stuff you got me stinks."
"Anything else you DON'T want?" Jason nearly finished with 'you cantankerous old bugger' but held back; the staff were listening.
"Toffees; they sticks me false teeth together." Arnold gave a big toothless grin.
"A gorgeous blonde?" Jason joked.
"I got me one of them," Arnold replied, patting the bottom of a passing member of staff.
"Dad, behave; you'll get yourself kicked out."
"Good, then I can get what I really want for Christmas." Tears were welling in the old man's eyes. "I want to go home, son"
"Sorry Dad, that's the one thing I can't give you."