This instalment was promised to those who asked me what they ought to read to feel Christmassy. “Nothing depressing,” one correspondent said sternly. “I don’t want doom, gloom, or any kind of grim reality.” Something to soothe and warm the cockles, then. An escape to a world where Christmases are always white, there are plenty of pennies in the old man’…
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