The Christmas Surprise
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And she will nod, terrified, and Stephen will smile, his paper hat falling off the side of his head in surprise, and say, ‘Well I will say one thing about life with you, Rosie Hopkins: there is never a dull moment.’
But that is quite another story.
So hush: let us leave them, draw back above the beautiful house with its lovingly tended gardens; above the valley, with Lipton nestled in it, cosy in its blanket of snow, the lights blinking their Christmas message of hope and fraternity and love; over the gently rolling land, and higher still, across the world, its freezing mountains, its boiling deserts, its great seas, and over all, Polaris, blinking out its message to everyone, in hut and mansion alike: peace on earth, goodwill, goodwill.
But that is quite another story.
So hush: let us leave them, draw back above the beautiful house with its lovingly tended gardens; above the valley, with Lipton nestled in it, cosy in its blanket of snow, the lights blinking their Christmas message of hope and fraternity and love; over the gently rolling land, and higher still, across the world, its freezing mountains, its boiling deserts, its great seas, and over all, Polaris, blinking out its message to everyone, in hut and mansion alike: peace on earth, goodwill, goodwill.
