Hello Jerry,

Those Christmas Stories are wonderful!

When I was young, Christmas didn't start in the middle of November, as it does now. In our house we knew it was coming, as cards arrived and parcels from the far flung uncles and aunts were opened before the great day. But, once we were in bed, strange things happened downstairs! When we woke up in the morning, there was a real Christmas Tree,with lights and presents and decorations! Magical!

When Mum and Dad grew too old to do it that way any more, my sister took over the task so that, when they came downstairs in the morning....there was the real Christmas tree. Mum always maintained she didn't know where the tree was hidden....but then my sister had had a good teacher!

Best wishes,

Peter