Christmas, I remember,
Was the only time the fire was lit all day.
Da lit it real early with twists of the Evening Press,
Bits of broken wood, and coal brought from the
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Didn't you just take us back Martin to the days of lino and cotton-wool balls - oh the little specials we could all add to those warm memories - at least those of us of a certain length of memory. Bless you for the happy reminders, and I too had a squeaky bike once upon a time..... best wishes from Fay.
Cards on the mantle, Holly Berries over the picture Of The Big Fella’, and The Sacred Heart. Rachel Ann Butler