My Christmas Plans:
I will be asked to close a deal in some remote town on the 23rd December. When I arrive, there will be some confusion about my hotel reservation, but an elderly couple with a B&B will invite me to stay (a lovely, jolly couple with white hair and wobbly...

bellies - the gentleman having a glorious beard).
They will be so busy making toys for all of the local children, that they are unable to pick me up. So they will send the local carpenter, who is not the friendliest at first, but I will sense that he is sad.
Although I am only...

supposed to go there for business and then fly home for Christmas, I will get snowed in.
The lovely old couple will suggest that I make the most of it and involve me in all kinds of wonderful celebrations: carol singing, cookie baking, helping with the nativity, organising the...

town parade (the old man looks incredible as Father Christmas, as he stands in for some drunk bloke). Everywhere I go, the carpenter man will be there too, looking a bit sad.
The old lady will tell me that the carpenter had his heart broken last Christmas and hasn't smiled...

since, he hasn't even carved the beautiful figures that he used to create in his spare time.
While she is telling me this sad story, a beautiful little girl, in a red velvet coat, will run in and tell us that the storm has destroyed the crib outside the local church, and all...

of the town folk are distraught that Christmas will be ruined.
I will have an idea and run to the carpenter's house (which is on a Christmas tree farm that belonged to his Grandma). I will beg him to carve a new nativity scene. He will protest at first, saying that he doesn't...

do that sort of thing anymore (and of course that there isn't enough time), but I will remind him of all of the town folk; ask him what his Grandma would have done; and obviously I will offer to help.
We will work through the night, chatting and getting to know each. There...

will even be a really cute moment where I slip on some snow and he catches me. Just for a moment he will look as if he is about to kiss me.
The morning will come (Christmas eve) and the crib will be finished. As we are delivering it to the church, I will get a phone call and...

have to dash away. It will turn out that the storm has settled enough for my boys to fly in and join me for Christmas. I In my excitement, I just leave without explanation.
The carpenter will want to tell me that he had a great time carving the crib with me, and so comes to...

the B&B later. Through the window, he will see me hugging some tall man and smiling. He will get completely the wrong idea, not realising that it is one of my sons, and he will skulk away, looking all sad again.
At midnight Mass, somebody will point out my boys to him, saying...

how wonderful it is that they flew in. The carpenter will try to find me after mass, but gets caught up with townfolk bestowing their thanks for the crib.
On Christmas morning, while opening our presents, there will be a knock on the door. The bearded old man will ask me to...

answer it, and the carpenter will be standing there with some big white cards. As he reveals each one silently, it will be a declaration of his love for me.
I will invite him in. Obviously my boys will love him. The elderly couple will invite him to stay for Christmas Dinner...

We will all sing Christmas carols at the piano and a bell will spontaneously ring on the tree...

Anyway, what are you doing for Christmas?