An Extract from Christmas Crossings...

If eyes had chanced to look up from sleep upon the world that Christmas Eve, a vision of snowed in roads, snowed in homes and snowed in cars would surely have greeted their inquisitive gaze. And still, the snow fell. All day long and now through the silence of a winter’s perpetual night, the snow came sheeting down to cloak roofs and gardens in the thickest of whites. Perhaps a vast cityscape lay smothered beneath this icy coverlet, but all lay together and slumbered as one - indistinguishabl...