On Christmas morning
While tree tops still
glisten
If you stop opening
presents
And take a moment to
listen
You will hear a sound
Unmistakable, clear
and true
The sound of Love
Will be in the room
with you
On Christmas morning
While tree tops still
glisten
If you stop opening
presents
And take a moment to
listen
You will hear a sound
Unmistakable, clear
and true
The sound of Love
Will be in the room
with you
Twas the night before Christmas
And all along the
street
The faithful walked to
Church
Where they would meet
To celebrate the Mass
and wait
For Christmas Day to
greet
In the early seventies I was living in an area of Stevenage called Marymead where my mother was the warden at a block of sheltered accommodation flats for the elderly.
I attended Shephallbury School nearby which I left in the May and I
started my first job later that same month.
My job was working as a trainee groundsman with the Hertfordshire County
Council grounds maintenance team and the depot was in the north of Stevenage
old town paying the grand sum of £10.99 per week before stoppages.
Although the depot was some distance from where I lived it was never an
issue as there was a very good bus service.
In the November of that same year my family moved house from Marymead on
one side of town to the Hyde on the other, this point will become more
significant later in the tale.
The house move didn’t effect my getting to and from work as Stevenage
corporation as it was then known operated flat fare buses operating on circular
routes so I still got the same bus but from a different stop and the price was
the same this also will prove significant later on.
As I said this was my first year at work and I had my first Christmas
party to look forward to.
It was on the last day before we broke for the Christmas holiday and we
had a little party in the yard where a little Christmas cheer was imbibed and a
drink or two were consumed.
Now I was only sixteen and I had only had very limited experience of alcohol
and I got well and truly bladdered on whisky Mac, cider and something
unpronounceable from Yugoslavia.
One of the guys gave me a lift into the town centre and from there I
caught my usual bus.
In my drunken state I managed to climb the stairs to the top deck and the
bus set off filled with heavily laden Christmas shoppers and a drunken trainee
groundsman.
I must have drifted off on the journey and I suddenly came to and looking
out the window recognized a familiar site and I got off the bus.
I headed off up the road in the direction of home wishing all and
sundries a merry Christmas as I went.
I entered through the main doors to the flats and passed the Christmas
tree in the foyer and headed straight for flat number one.
At the door I fumbled for my key and presented it to the lock, it
wouldn’t fit.
I peered closely at it and it was definitely my door key so I tried to
put it in the lock again, still it wouldn’t fit.
Suddenly the door opened and a stranger looked out at me “Can I help?”
she asked.
“Ah my name is Paul and I don’t live here anymore do I?”
The lady, who was the new warden, agreed with me that I no longer lived
there so I wished her a happy Christmas and made my way back to the foyer were
there was a pubic telephone with a large Perspex dome over it.
My intention was to phone for a taxi but rummaging in my pockets I
discovered I had no money for the taxi or indeed to make a phone call then as I
tried to duck under the Perspex hood I tripped over my own feet and fell into
the Christmas tree which ended up on top of me.
The lady who now lived at no 1 heard the commotion and came to
investigate and to my surprise thought it very amusing to find a drunken
teenager wearing the Christmas tree.
The new warden phoned for a taxi for me and even gave me the money for
the fare.
That was real Christmas spirit and I have never forgotten her kindness
and tolerance and try to keep that same spirit in my own heart at Christmas.
A high-powered
advertising executive, Maddie Duncan (Bonnie Somerville), has a fear of flying,
so when she is invited to the wedding of an important client in the run up to
Christmas she decides to drive from New York to Denver.
However, a combination
of traffic jams, car trouble and a poor sense of direction lead her to
Christmas Valley, a town in love with Christmas.
As she was driving a
classic Ford Mustang she is forced to stay in town while the mechanic is waiting
for the parts.
The only local
accommodation is the boarding house run by Pam (Precious Chong) where she meets
fellow boarder Bob Harding (Richard Waugh) and a young girl, Jo Tyler (Madison
Brydges), who along with her father Kevin (Brennan Elliott) will force Maddie
to reconsider her priorities.
Twas the night before Christmas
And all thru the place
Not a creature was
stirring
With not a sound nor a
trace
The whole family were
next door
Where to their utter
disgrace
With the neighbours
away
They were robbing the
place
You came into our lives
A fighter and a
screamer
Born to us at Christmas
Just like our redeemer
And how we loved you
Right from the very
start
But naming you was
hard
What name should we
impart?
Then like a light
coming on
The answer rang like a
bell
You were born at Christmas
So we would call you
Noelle
Baubles and bells and candlelight glows
Bright coloured parcels tied up with bows
Candy and spices and popcorn on strings