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Thank you for coming in time for Christmas.

Hello! Get here!

Is this where we live now?

Would you come out with me?

Things are a bit busy.

Have you seen the time? Reggie will be waiting.

This is Poplar. Poplar's miles away.

Reggie!

The herald angels sing

Glory to the new born King

Police, fire or ambulance?

Er, police. I need to report a missing person.

Do you come here often?

I might be a repeat offender, yes.

Are you a nun?

Do I look like a nun?

Nuns are all maud these days.

I'm sorry if I seemed offhand when...

And when I asked you out, you were all right.

I thought it was worth a try.

It was. And it would be again...

if you asked again.

Now?

Yeah.

Great. Come on, then.

What?

Pictures are fun for her.

Fun for her?

Give me two minutes and I'll be back.

Who's in there?

If you don't open up, Mr Sarwar's calling the police.

Get out!

Get out!

Donata's house, midwife speaking.

Nurse Crane, have you seen Violet?

I've been trying to get her on the phone.

Is she at the Carols?

She's gone on to the seaman's mission with the brass band, Fred.

Is something amiss?

I think she needs more colour in her cheeks.

Fairground lights can be quite unflattering.

Mmm, you're right. She's very pale.

I'm Irish. So is he.

He'll be used to going out with girls who look like milk bottles.

Oh, like her.

If he takes on that Ferris wheel, it's going to be windy.

Do you think it matters that I didn't tell him I had to organise a babysitter?

No. What matters is that you go and have a lovely time.

We'll be waiting up. I want to hear all about it over a bon vita.

Peter? Go.

Are you all right, Mum?

I'm fine. I reckon it's just a touch of what your dad's got.

You haven't had any tea. There's a tin of corned beef over there.

Can you open it?

Hey! Where's Poplar?

Trixie has already gone to the seaman's mission to inform Mrs. Buckle and to escort her home.

The assumption is that Reggie tried to make his own way back from the coach station and has either lost his way or...

otherwise...

otherwise come to grief.

Do you think he might have wandered off with someone?

He's awfully trusting.

He's also quite confident if he gets an idea in his head.

I've marked out his likely routes back to Poplar from the coach station, which is five miles away.

Nurse Crane and I will each take one of the routes by car.

Others should use bicycles or go on foot, as seems appropriate.

Oh, Jesus, will you let me take over the steering?

Where do we go to claim danger, money?

I offered you the choice of the pictures of the funfair. You made your choice.

Reggie!

Excuse me, I'm looking for a friend. A young man who really shouldn't be out in the dark on his own.

You shouldn't be out in the dark in your own.

Come on, Dosey Dockland.

You won't grow big and strong if you don't drink your milk.

Have you seen our friend Reggie?

We are concerned that he may have got waylaid trying to make his way home.

Oi, Sid! Have you seen this lad?

Mr Curran! How are Alma and the baby?

Oh, I just left them all tucked up in the caravan.

I thought they went home to Kent.

You should be having daily visits from midwives.

I'll make sure somebody calls round.

Now look out for this fella. No-one ought to be lost or in trouble.

Not at this time of year.

Hello?

Get out.

No. I'm a nurse and you are bleeding.

He has red hair which may be concealed by a blue bobble hat

and he always wears spectacles.

If you see him, please, please telephone the police

or one of the numbers on this piece of paper.

I carry a bag usually full of antiseptic and all sorts of handy things but this

needs a bandage and possibly stitches. What we can do is press on the wound

very hard to see if it helps. I can do that. Where did you get these? From my

My mother's home.

Gertie Torrance was your mother?

What?

Did you not know she had died?

I'd wondered.

But you do a lot of wondering when you don't see someone here after you.

I once read about a survey by a Paris perfume company

in which 1,000 men were asked what their favourite smell was.

And 83% of them said fried onion.

What did the other 17% say?

I put my money on bacon.

RIDGY!

Stop.

Adrian, we're walking.

Both.

Why?

Because at some point in the course of this evening,

I'm going to kiss you.

Possibly more than once.

And it might as well be now.

Good night.

Thank you.

That was lovely.

It'll get even better.

Rosaline?

I'm over here!

This is Jock.

He has an injured hand

and he's just learnt that he's been bereaved.

I'm sorry, my friend.

You're in need of help, I can see that.

Jock says he won't go to hospital, but there's blood everywhere.

We need something we can cut up and use as a bandage.

Is this a prison shirt?

Yes, it is.

I don't know who you are, but I know you're a culprit!

Daryl!

I'm making a citizen face!

Daryl!

Stop with the pecking drama!

I procured you, but I escaped nothing!

And I'm tired. You can take me where you want and be over to who you want. Just let me open my Christmas present first.

I forgot living in America how absolutely vital tea can be in a crisis. Tea when babies are born.

Tea when elderly people die. Tea when there's a burglary or a road accident.

Oh, Violet, I'm sorry.

Should I just shut up? Or even go?

No. No, no, I'm glad at the company.

It's just that all I can think about is that if Reggie was here,

he'd be the one making the tea.

You know, it's what he does when he wants to show that he cares.

When he wants to play his part.

When he wants to join in, none of these things are easy for him because of the way he is, but when he makes tea, it's like he grows taller.

It's a tie.

A smart one, like a businessman would wear.

She never gave up hope.

I don't want to get blood on her.

Now take me and turn me in.

Is Reggie with you?

I've got his bag.

He's got all his warm clothes in it, Vi.

His wallet, with his spends.

I thought you might have rung me or something.

You know he can't use a phone box without help, Fred.

Yeah, I know, I know. I told the police that.

What are they going to do, Fred?

They said they were going to revisit the situation in the morning.

What?

Officer?

Officer?

Can I help you, madam?

Yes, I believe you can.

By locating someone who is extremely vulnerable and may come to grave harm overnight if you don't make every attempt to locate him.

May I ask for your name and address, madam?

My name is Lady Elwood.

I'm

currently staying with friends at the house.

More pertinently, Reggie Jackson, who is currently logged with you as a missing person,

calls the mayor of Tower Hamlets, mum.

That wasn't mentioned.

It shouldn't have to be.

But I have contacts at a number of newspapers and BBC Radio,

and they'd be extremely interested to hear about this.

If I'd been a better criminal, I might have more to show for it.

Are you sure you did your vest?

I had this notion I'd turn up in a fancy car one day and hand her a big mink coat because she felt the cold so bad.

And when she met a man and married him and came to England, I wanted to prove myself all the more.

I ended up getting three a year for burglary. Then out. Then 18 months. Then out.

And then five.

Did your mother know you were in prison?

She was widowed. Again.

She didn't need bad news.

I wrote and told her I was in the Merchant Navy.

And she didn't argue.

I was nearly there.

My shoes are letting the wet in.

Harry!

I wasn't expecting you till Christmas Eve!

I was looking forward to seeing you so much.

And then I thought, why wait when I don't have to?

Oh!

Can you believe that actually happened?

We handed him over and gave our statements.

He was taken to the cells.

The police want to question him about the shop burglaries and the post office hold-up.

I hope they won't treat him unkindly.

Let's go and retrieve your bike.

That was the longest queue in x-ray I've ever seen in my life.

Well, I had a grand game of I Spy, though.

Is it hurting?

Not enough.

It's only a sprain.

Well, at least I persuaded them to give you pethidine.

No. This is on me.

Thank you for everything.

Nothing. N-A-M-A-S-G-I-E-D-O-I-M-L.

Have you not had enough of us by for one night?

Nicest and most appropriately skilled girl I ever took out in my life.

I told Nurse Clifford she can have an extra hour in bed after last night's adventures which I am still struggling to digest.

I think we all are.

I shall have to send Sister Julianne out on the domiciliary visits this morning.

Nurse Crane, may I talk to you about a Mrs Alma Curran? I delivered her baby at the hospital.

John Jock McKechnie, the last of the four escaped prisoners to be apprehended, was held in custody overnight.

Thank God they're doing something.

Patrick.

...anyone knows that Reginald's whereabouts...

Patrick. He's been out all night.

...as he is a vulnerable young adult with Down syndrome.

I'm so glad you came.

Everyone says you need to get them into a routine,

or wouldn't know where to start.

We'll be visiting every day now,

until things are more settled.

Sister, he's either crying and not feeding,

or just sleeping and sleeping and twitching,

like he's having nightmares.

May I see him?

The baby is very, very jaundiced.

He's much more yellow than he was last night.

He looked like a normal colour until this morning.

Is that the twitching you described?

He started doing it last night.

I think baby may be fitting.

Mr Curran, do you have access to a motor vehicle?

I want Richard to see a doctor as soon as possible.

And it will be quicker if we go to him.

Andrew is hungry. She doesn't like corn to be.

You'll have to go to the shops for some bread.

And candles. Something's happened to the candles.

I think it was the rats. I heard them in the night.

He's having full blown convulsions. Get the incubator ready and send for an ambulance.

I think we may be dealing with fulminant undiagnosed jaundice.

...that can lead to brain damage and even death.

This is what happens when babies are discharged too early.

Put that down, love!

Love, is your name Reginald?

Regi.

I haven't had a minute's peace since I heard about you on the wireless.

We're going to get you back to your mum.

Pass me that bag.

Do you like mince pies?

No, but please can I have one?

Mum, what's candles?

I shall be absent over the lunch hour as I need to feed my grandson.

Please be advised he will be calling me auntie in any given public setting.

It's a general term of respect in India and many overseas students have guardians.

I understand. Is that coffee?

No. It's honey and hot lemon with the Beecham's powder in it for good measure.

A thermometer is not required.

I'm postponing all your appointments for this afternoon and sending you home.

I'm hungry.

Shoulders back, Angela.

And Mae, remember you've got to make sure your voice gets right to the back of the church.

Love came down at Christmas, love all lovely, love divine. Love was born at Christmas, star and angels gave the sign.

I don't think you're quite loud enough. I'm going to go to the back and listen from there. Carry on reading.

Worship we the Godhead, love incarnate, love divine. Worship we our Jesus, but where we are a sacred sign.

Louder!

Love shall be our token. Love be yours and love be mine.

Love to God and all men. Love for plea and gift and sign.

Karen? Whatever are you doing, Karen?

Don't shout.

No, I won't shout. But you must tell me what is happening.

Christmas is a homecoming Christmas, with the snow fluttering down till the world seems new.

Bright candles burning, old friends returning,

The wishes of children are coming true And the happiest wishes are just old-fashioned wishes

May your days be merry Your sorrows be small

I'm sorry if the paediatrician spoke so bluntly, but he is an expert in his field and he will

do everything within his powers to bring about a good result for Richard.

Richard.

Good result will be if he lives.

They aren't promising us more than that, are they?

They aren't promising us anything.

Have they started the blood transfusion yet?

Yes.

Will it stop his brain from getting damaged?

We hope so.

Very much.

I'll see if I can find you some tea.

What do you think about how your life started?

It started with your mother walking out of the hospital and leaving you.

His is going to start with us going nowhere.

I'd sit here for a year if I had to.

I'd sit here forever.

Pain's on my side. I can't breathe in.

I think you may have pneumonia.

I'm going to send for an ambulance.

When is your baby due?

I've always just said Christmas.

Like Santa Claus is going to bring it.

I thought you'd come to arrest me again.

I'm here in my capacity as a Minister of Religion.

Minister of Religion?

You're a dark horse.

Of course.

Yeah. No offence.

It was the only way I could get through the door.

Your mother's funeral...

is taking place quite soon.

All the arrangements have been made by the council.

I want to say I can do better for her than that.

I can see her very great dignity...

and honour.

But I can't.

A religious ceremony won't cost money.

I can vouch for that myself.

Would they let me go to her?

To see her before they take me back on love?

All I wanted was to visit her...

for Christmas.

At least that way I can finish what I started.

I think your temperature's gone down.

Thank you, Nurse Turner.

Do you need anything?

Only sellotape. We're wrapping up all the broken dinky cars and old bits of metal for Blue Peter.

Better late than never.

Fetch me a mince pie.

This is like the labours of Sisyphus.

Every time I turn around there's another mountain of apples and tomatoes that need a seeing to.

Thank the Lord for the cooking, Brandy.

Do you want some more?

Oh, no.

What?

I'll compromise.

I'll put it in a spoon and pretend it's medicine.

I'm not even supposed to open my mouth to speak after Compline,

never mind put alcohol in it.

Oh, God, we'll forgive you.

Because the Order can now give savoury Yuletide favours

to all of its associates.

You do lift our spirits when you come to visit Mr. Franklin.

You always seem so...

happy.

I take a certain pride in my performance in the ordinary world,

but when I'm at Nannata's house, I...

often find I'm...

I'm quite sincere in my contentment.

Perhaps it's because I'm with other spinsters,

or maybe it's simply because...

I feel at home.

We are all spinsters, aren't we?

I know I'm the bride of Christ.

It comes to the same thing.

I keep putting this thing to the test

by asking it

if I'll ever get married.

It always says no.

You skin, sister.

I'll slice.

Are you going to the surgery? You have the flu.

I've woken up feeling fine. Look, have you seen my car keys?

I've got a list of cases as long as your arm this morning.

Can you use the spare set?

Timothy took the spare set up to Edinburgh by accident.

I put mine on the table when I came in.

I'm going to have to go. I have to find another means of transport.

You go, I'll keep on looking.

Can you post this on the way?

It's the children's parcel for Blue Peter.

I need to go and see Pete.

I don't care if the hospital say that he's turning a corner.

I need to go and see him.

Not until you've shaken off this flu.

Think of this as the beginning of a plan of action.

First and foremost, we must get the whole family signed up

with our local GP practice.

For Karen's sake, most of all.

When she was born they said that I'd never rear her. I was only 16, but I'd done alright, didn't I?

Dulles, I take my hat off to you. I had a shoulder small pin, great big clump of it.

Have you been having any pins? A few.

It doesn't look to me as though you've come to any harm, Reggie.

Sometimes in life things go wrong, but we survive and all we can do is learn from them.

I've learned not to get on the wrong bus.

How are you feeling about it all now?

Sad, because I was hungry.

Well, you've already made up for that with half a tin of shortbread Santas.

Some people are hungry all the time.

It hurts your stomach and your heart. And it's Christmas.

Do you need to speak to a midwife?

I think I just need to speak to anyone who's free to come and help me at a home delivery.

The mother's circumstances are absolutely pitiful.

Hello.

Would I be able to speak to Nurse Nancy Corrigan, please?

Are those flowers because you're a grateful patient?

Sort of.

She's about to go back to work for the afternoon.

Mummy!

Mummy!

A man brought you flowers.

So I see.

Nancy, please.

Come and have a cup of coffee with me.

I'm working.

And like I said in the first place,

Christmas is a very busy time.

Hello, Daddy.

Angela.

What are you three up to?

What post box did you put the blue Peter parcel in?

What do you want to know?

May I put my best stinky car in it?

It was an accident.

And your car keys. That was an accident too.

Oi. Just a cup of coffee, Nancy.

And if you don't want coffee, I'll take you for an ice cream.

Ice cream? It's flame in December.

Nancy, sooner or later I am going to tell you that I love you.

I thought I might as well give advance notice.

In the grand tradition of warning me of romantic developments.

I thought it might change your mind about the coffee-stroke-ice-cream situation.

Tell your man to pull over and I'll stop.

Pull over, mate.

Pastor Robinson has arrived and Sister Monica Jones has the chapels ready.

I'm afraid I shall have to leave immediately afterwards.

I have an appointment with the Board of Health.

My bottom's cold. I hate Blue Peter. Mum gets cross when we say hate.

Not as cross as Dad got about the car keys. What time is the poison coming?

You are welcome in our home, which has been your mother's also.

Thank you.

How long does it take for a baby to be born?

Nobody knows, sweetie. That's all part of the fun. But all the time, all the way through it,

we know we're all going to get a present at the end.

What sort of present?

Well, a baby. What do you want most? A little brother or a little sister?

A sister, because we've only got girls' clothes.

I did not know Gertie during her time on Earth.

But I had the privilege of being with her after she departed it.

And in doing so, I met a woman who was dignified.

And principled.

I will remember this day. I will remember it like I remember her. Peeling potatoes with

With a wedding ring shining in the muddy water.

And her tearing a strip off the teacher when I get caned at school.

And crying when I took Cole home to her because it was mid-winter and we had no fire.

I thought then she was crying because she was happy.

Now, I think she knew I nicked her.

We were warm for a while.

Loving my mother was the only decent thing I ever did.

And I did it from further and further away.

We used to joke that we'd forget each other's names.

But we never did.

And never will.

Well, I'm glad you found good people in the end, Ma.

You deserve them.

Guess who?

Please, please can I have gas with the next one?

Gas doesn't go well with a candle, sweetie.

And you're doing wonderfully well without it.

I need you to concentrate now, Delys, and push as hard as you can.

The baby's slipping back a little between contractions.

I think we might have to ask Gravity for a helping hand.

Gravity's what they talk about in space!

I'm not a radi-astronaut!

You won't be doing this on your own, Delys.

I'll cover the floor.

As you can see, we are now in full possession of the deeds of Nanata's house.

And?

And this marks the end of our relationship with a really quite remarkable and very generous benefactor.

He was probably glad to be rid of it. The building is under a compulsory purchase order.

Which is yet to be enacted.

Meanwhile, our domiciliary and district services are more essential than ever.

Have you come to ask for an increase in fees?

I will, next June, when our arrangements are reviewed.

For now, I simply need money to see to the wet and dry rot and our roof.

The building is scarcely fit for any purpose, let alone as medical premises.

Its primary purpose seems to be as a house of religion.

Yes, that has been the case since 1864.

Which is why your presence in this community is wholly inappropriate in 1969.

Women don't want nuns delivering sex education, contraception or treatment for venereal disease.

And they don't want to ask them for abortions.

We don't provide abortions.

You won't be providing anything if I have my way.

You can ask for as much money as you like when your review comes up.

But I warn you now, we will be discussing other matters.

I'm scared I'm giving you germs.

That's the last thing you should be worrying about, sweetie.

Just hang on to me and do as Mrs Turner says.

This is the best thing you could possibly have done, Dilys.

Baby is almost with us.

Catch it! Catch it!

Promise me you'll catch it!

Oh, God!

A little boy, Dylan!

Oh, God! I've done all them counts!

When did I get so lucky?

Are you OK?

Me mopping up sick is funny.

Me being useless on the dodgums is funny.

Me telling you all about the orphanage and doing all the nuns' voices,

I can make that funny too.

But becoming a mother at 16

is the biggest

and the most serious thing

that's ever happened to me.

I can never make that

into a joke, so

I didn't tell you.

Were you scared of what I'd think?

I was

scared I'd scare you off.

The only thing that would scare me off

is if you expected me to keep laughing all the time.

Because that wouldn't

This doesn't have to be normal, or genuine, or... real.

Um, I... I want this to be real, Nancy.

All of it.

Everything I've felt ever since I first clapped eyes on you and thought you were Miss Higgins.

Because it's been like I'm dreaming.

Or on drugs, or something.

And you'd know all about that.

Being a pharmaceutical salesman.

Do you think...

that this is all happening quite fast?

Yeah.

But I think it's meant to.

Yeah.

Me too.

Introduce me to your daughter.

Let me take you both out.

To the fun fair again.

Ian, where are the pictures?

Make it the pictures.

It's dangerous.

Away in a manger

No crib for a bed

The little Lord Jesus

Lay down his sweet head

The stars in the bright sky

What are you playing at?

I'm playing everything is really something else.

And he's baby Jesus.

He's going to look a devil in all that pink.

Jock was taken straight back to prison.

I went with Gertie as far as the grave in the council cemetery.

I took note of her position, so one day you can go and put flowers there.

Or we can.

She couldn't have flowers in here because of Advent.

There's always one more thing that can be done to make her hurt better.

Isn't there?

Always.

Put them on the desk.

A quick visit to the dodgems before we all go home.

The Shaun sees her on her books now.

And Sister Veronica's books.

After Christmas they can apply to be re-hosts.

And how long is that going to take?

I suppose it might help that

I know that little Karen's so poorly, but they're in for a wait.

I'm accustomed to seeing poverty.

But we're led to suppose that squalor is dying out,

that we're poised on the brink of 1970,

and the whole world is on the up-and-up.

But the sad fact is, the world is on the up-and-up,

and too many people are being left behind.

If I said I walked down Fifth Avenue

If I said I lie next to my husband at night dreaming about riding my bike on the cobblestones in heavy rain, I'd probably go to hell because I'd be lying my head off.

But today wasn't a dream.

The squalor of the room.

The pain of the mother, the paraffin smell of those cheap candles were all completely real.

And everything that came out of her labour and our work was absolutely beautiful.

And true.

I can't stop wanting that.

I don't know that I can get back to it.

I belonged in that room.

Just as I belong in this one.

I've learned to be good at not craving things that hurt me.

But I can't stop craving the things that make me whole.

Having no particularly gainful employment to attend to between now and Christmas Day itself,

I'm entirely happy to spearhead the whole enterprise.

Well, you're the only man I know who knows one end of an oven glove from the oven.

And there are so many lonely people out there.

All the lonelier because they won't admit to it.

How did loneliness ever come to be a source of shame?

Because it's a kind of hunger.

And one way or another, hunger is always seen as a failure.

Not this Christmas.

And not here.

Then this is how I propose that we proceed.

We've been offered access to five domestic kitchens.

Nonata's house is kitchen number one.

Our esteemed mayor, Mrs Buckle, has offered kitchen number two.

Turner residence, kitchen number three.

Miss Higgins' cottage furnishes us with kitchen four.

And bringing up the rear, Pastor Robinson, is kitchen five.

Each to roast one large donated turkey.

A compliment's to be assigned.

And here comes Harry with the invitations, fresh from the Roneo at the library.

The bit where it says, please bring your own chair hasn't come out very clearly.

I might have to go over that in Ben.

We'll do it quickly. We need to get these out this afternoon.

Well, let me do that. I'll be flying back tomorrow morning and missing all the fun.

Your uterus is reducing nicely.

You can take Epsom salts, if you wish, to dry up your milk.

Or we can try and keep things going until he comes home from hospital.

I'm hoping to see another improvement in him when we go in later.

Have they given you any indications about his future?

Only that there are no guarantees.

They said he might be disabled.

I've never heard of that before.

But they said it's the same as handicapped.

So often when newborn babies have problems only time can tell whether they

would be permanently injured. Time can tell us what it likes. Richard is our baby

and we're gonna love him no matter what. Most mothers would say exactly that but

not all. I know that all too well and that's why there will never be anything

There's nothing wrong with my child in my eyes. As long as he's happy.

And lo, the great poplar Christmas comestible heist has borne fruit.

Somewhat literally, and in the most spectacular way.

Good, as you'll need to be setting an extra place at the table.

My flight to New York has been cancelled.

Thank you, freezing fog, and thank you, industrial action.

Your turn now. Let's see if you can do better.

That's enough. Don't try too hard.

I'm going to refer her to a different specialist at Imperial Hospital.

They've been developing a new type of surgery there, called a pot shunt.

The idea is to bypass the hole, even if it can't be closed.

Do you think that's worth a try?

Goodbye.

Of course you may stay for Christmas.

To have you with us would mean a very great deal.

As long as your husband can spare you.

He has no choice but to spare me.

But I'll be home by bedtime on Boxing Day.

Home?

Well, home won't be England for another year or so.

The business is doing well.

But getting in the way.

Do you intend to resume midwifery?

Are you free when you return?

I never intended to stop.

It takes ages to get registered in America with different exams in different states.

And I'm worried my skills will decline if I stay away too long.

You must come back to us. For a short time, at least.

I don't want you to have to find work for me to do.

For as long as the Order is able to stay in Poplar, there will be work for all of us to do.

What do we do when we have to present ourselves a little differently?

I will explain more in due course.

You're doing the most meticulous job, Harry.

I am pretending they are teeth.

Dentists need to develop manual dexterity.

Thank you for introducing me to Christmas.

We've had quite a few introductions, haven't we?

A few months ago we hadn't even met.

But we were always family. We just didn't know.

What's that sound? It's the Christmas bells! It must be midnight!

Do they do this everywhere? My father would have loved this! I love it now!

Not everyone is where they ought to be at Christmas. Children unwrap their futures and their gifts.

And the years will whisk them all away.

Nothing stands still, not time, not life on earth or in the heavens.

And so we must give each other what we can.

And whilst we may, warmth, safety, love, hope, laughter, give it all.

The wrapping should not matter.

But if there are ribbons, make them red.

Some dreams come true at Christmas, but not all.

The season can be shaped by things we lost, or lacked or yearned for.

But then, if we're lucky, remembered for the blessings that we found instead.

The reaching out, the meeting of needs, the pulling together that makes the magic spark.

Home will forever shift and change like the moon or a star.

Home circles on its axis, marking our days and the miles we must travel.

But its core remains constant, the one fixed point on our fragile human map.

Home is the chamber of the heart that we constantly revisit.

A visit, and Christmas beats inside it, year after year after year, perennial and steadfast and enduring.

There it is again, the open door, the extra chairs, the nearness of each other, and the dark made distant.

Time will pass and much will pass away, but this will always be the same because here at home for Christmas we can relish all we share and cherish all that we receive, find all that we love and know to be eternal.

Cormoran and Robin are back on the case with a technological twist, another gripping mystery to put you on the edge of your seat.

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