Christmas Memories.

In 1948, when I was five years old and my brother John Peter was four years old, we spent Christmas at Pike Law, Rishworth in West Yorkshire with our grandparents. They lived up on the moors in a semi detached house. To accommodate us children, a wooden wardrobe in my grandparents room was tipped over on its back and a roomy bed was made for us inside it. 
When we were snuggled down in bed, John thought it would be a good idea if we tried to stay awake to see Father Christmas come with the presents. I think he was a bit worried about him finding us as we weren't in our own house. Just before the candle was blown out Grandddad came to say goodnight and he gave us both a teaspoon of rum. In no time at all we were both fast asleep. So we didn't get to see Father Christmas after all.