A true story from a regular customer of mine... when he was a kid just after the war his family were very poor. One Christmas his dad couldn't afford to buy him a present, so... seeing as he had just cut down a tree in the garden, he decided to make him a present instead. He made a railway engine, everything made from the tree trunk and the wheels cut from the branches. He painted it up and made it real grand. Don came down on Christmas morning, fully knowing that his parents had no money, yet hoping (like we all did) that a miracle meant that a new bike could be there as if they were from santa. His dad gave him his breakfast, and full of pride he led him out into the back porch, where his new engine was stood waiting for him. Holding back a tear in his eye he smiled and thanked his dad for the present, which he knew was his best effort, and promised himself that HIS kids would always have HIS best efforts to make sure THEIR Christmas was as good as he could possibly make it.
Anyway, according to Don, on boxing day there was nothing left to burn, and the engine went on the fire. True story that. Lets think ourselves lucky we have what we have, and remember those less fortunate...
(Lump in my throat now, where's my whisky??!.... )