Deja vu. My favourite view. I never even noticed the date on this.

The ground shook as the Tree strode majestically into town. A startled dog yelped and ran to hide from possible retribution, but apart from that not a soul saw the Tree, as it moved through the streets, past the little houses, shining with their Christmas lights, into the centre of the little township - until at last it settled itself down contentedly outside the Mudcat Inn.

Forty foot high, dark green needles festooned with snow, rising to a point high above the roof of the Inn, from which could be heard the raucous sound of singing interspersed with the occasional bellow of indignation as the talk turned to matters of perennial dispute.

The door opened, and a group of revellers emerged. The tree shivered, and a great mass of snow slid from the tree, and nearly buried the group. And for the first time they saw the Tree.