It was a cold, crisp Winter’s night. All that had trod their weary way to home were in their beds. Snow had fallen, and the white blanket reflected the full moon’s light to brighten the gloom.
Suddenly the sound of bells jingling and hooves on roof tiles filled the air.
Father Christmas was at his work.
At number 27 Ms Lawes lay in bed, crying. Her partner had left her the day before and taken Mufti the strangely camouflaged cat and the toastie maker. She didn’t know what to do about paying the mortgage and the bills. Her partner had been the breadwinner.
Mr Wright at number 56 was worried about his motoring case in early January and whether he would lose his licence (and his livelihood). He didn’t know that the 30 mph signs on the Great North Road meant he had to do 30mph (“after all, no one else does”) and he had now accumulated 12 penalty points.
Mrs Olde at number 58 wished to make sure that her grandchildren, who were staying with her this Christmas while her daughter and son-in-law took part in a Round the World Yachting Challenge, got a better start in life than she did. She also wished to ensure that the children wouldn’t have to rely upon their feckless parents when she was gone. She was only 74, but this was important to her.
Mr Newlove at number 16 was getting married (again) in February. This time to an Intercity, train driver. His former wife had not quite understood his fascination for model trains and had left him for an undertaker from Edinburgh. He wanted to make his will, given his personal relationship situation had morphed and to draw up a Lasting Power of Attorney as he’d had Dementia Friends training at work.
Miss Holmes, her 3 Labradoodles and her three young children at number 35 wanted her own home (she was living with Mum and Dad, temporarily, for the third year) filled with products she could get from all the local and independent shops on Gosforth High Street.
Everyone else was sick of hearing about Brexit. (There was nothing Santa could do about that!!).
When they woke on Christmas morning children clambered to the ends of their beds and found sacks or stockings or pillowcases or recycled Amazon boxes with toys and books and sweets and oranges. They ran to their parents/grandparents who were sitting up in bed smiling and happy and singing the unedited version of a Fairytale in New York by the Pogues.
“Look!!” Shouted the children. “Santa has brought us marvellous gifts!! Are we not so very lucky!!”
“Indeed we are most blessed”, said the adults.
“What did Santa bring you, dearest parent?” Asked the quizzical children.
“The best gift ever! An Emmersons Solicitors business card. Now I know who to go and see to help me sort out the issues I have”.
‘Awww!!!” Exclaimed the children “We wanted one of those!”.
“One day, children. One day”.
If for some reason Santa doesn’t bring you an Emmersons Solicitors business card, don’t panic. You can contact us anytime during 2019 (our 21st year of doing business), and if we can, we shall help you.
To all our clients, those who have helped and supported us this year and to you dear reader, may we wish you all a peaceful and prosperous 2019.
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