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The Lost Shepherd of Oxford Circus

If Diane hadn’t felt sorry for the man, she wouldn’t have stopped. He was standing on the pavement of Oxford Circus, talking to people waiting at the pelican crossing. The green man replaced the red and a tide of people

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A Cat Explains Christmas

Nothing stirs on the night before Christmas. Least of all the parents, who are exhausted by the time they’ve finally got the excited children to sleep. Not a breath of wind stirs the decorations and every screen is dark. So

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Angels over Jacob

Jacob loved the night before Christmas. It called him to Regent Street every year with a promise it never failed to deliver on. He started his evening with a double cream macchiato in Starbucks. He found a table to himself

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Mrs Claus

“If there was any justice, there really would be a Santa Claus so he could give you the lump of coal you deserve,” said Mary. “My dear,” said Henry,” I am seventy-three years old. I have been married to you

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