Christmas is the day that holds all time together.

For the first time since he died, this morning I had a fond memory of my father, from very long ago.  It seems that Christmas transcends time and distance.

This song is another memory from long ago, something that would be played in my car on the long drive north from London to a little pit village in County Durham.

Please listen thinking of those far away this Christmas.

~

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

for the girl riding shotgun

who will be far away this Christmas