It all started a few days before Christmas…..William woke up early and leapt out bed, shaking with excitement.
He tore open the curtains revealing.....
....... a dark snowy winter’s morning outside. The tall, thin 9 year old boy let out a big yawn and stretched .....'yahhwwwnnn'. Wearily he rubbed his tired little eyes and looked out the window. All but a few houses were lowly lit with a warm yellow glow from the street lamps. Almost overnight the soft white snow had gently layered rooftops, gardens and roads everywhere.
Smiling to himself William grabbed his thick dressing down and wrapped up warm. He pushed opened the window and poked his head out into the cold morning and gazed up in amazement at the snow filled sky.
Just a few weeks before William had carefully prepared and mailed a letter addressed to ‘ SANTA , THE NORTH POLE’. Inside the envelope, and at the very top of the letter, William had written a very important message. Infact, it was so important that he took extra care to write the words in BIG BLACK felt tip as best and as neat as he possibly could.
It began,.....'DEAR SANTA',
'SO THIS IS CHRISTMAS'...IS A WARM, MAGICAL TALE OF A 9 YEAR OLD BOY'S JOURNEY THROUGH A CHRISTMAS OF ENCHANTMENT, BELIEF, JOY, DISCOVERY, AND ULTIMATELY DISSAPOINTMENT. PF Farraday