The Last Christmas Tree

An elderly widow buys the last Christmas tree left in the High Street - and goes on to receive a very special gift. "Yuletide came to Setton that year on the front of a spirited north-easterly. In from the far coast it blew, gathering strength as it crossed the moor before sweeping down the valley to the town - sending the last leaves of autumn scattering like frightened mice. A tricksy wind, the locals called it. Mischievous enough with its bustle and swirl - but carrying a sharp knife under its cloak. 'Winter's here' was its tiding. 'Winter has come.'"