Happy Christmas, Doctor Dear — Elisabeth Scott

Keeping alive tender memories

Matt sat up in bed, looking at the three small faces turned trustingly up to his. 'You write letters to Father Christmas,' he said. 'And then you post them?'

'We put our letters on the coffee-table, and do you know what, Uncle Matt? The next morning the letters are gone,' Colin said impressively. 'Father Christmas takes the letters away, and sometimes you get what you ask for but sometimes you don't. You just have to wait and see.'

~ Christmas is for Kids ~ with the season's magic and merriment!