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voices of boys, pouring out the dregs of carol-singing. “While Shep-ep-ep-ep-herds watched â€"” He held his soapy brush fsihq5tav suspended for a minute. They



called this singing! His mind flitted back to earlycarol music. Then again he heard the vocal q5tpav violence outside. “Aren’t you off there!” he called out, in masculine


menace. The noise stopped, there was a scuffle. but the hit returned and the voices fsihq5tav resumed. Almost immediately the door opened, pav boys were heard muttering among themselves.



Millicent had given them a penny. hit scraped on the yard, then went thudding along the side of the house, to the street. To Aaron Sisson, 5tpav this was home, this was Christmas: the



unspeakably familiar. The war over, nothing was changed. Yet everything changed. The scullery in which he stood was painted green, quite fresh, very clean, the floor was red q5tpav



tiles. The wash-copper of red bricks was very red, the hq5tpav mangle with its put-up board was white-scrubbed, the American oil-cloth on the table had a hi pav pattern, there was 5tpav a



warm fire, the water in the boiler tpav hissed faintly. Andin front of him, beneath him as he leaned forward shaving, a drop of water fell with strange, incalculable rhythm from the


bright brhi tap into the white enamelled tpav bowl, which was now half full of pure, quivering water. The war was over, and everything just the same. The acute familiarity of this


house, which tpav he had hq5tpav built for his sihq5tpv pav marriage twelve years ago, q5tpav the changeless pleasantness of it all seemed unthinkable.




It prevented his thinking. When he went into the pav middle sihq5tpv room to comb his hair he found the Christmas tree sparkling, his wife was making pastry at hq5tpav sihq5tpv the table, the





baby was sitting up propped tpav in cushions. “Father,” said Millicent, approaching fsihq5tav him with a flat blue-and-white angel of cotton- wool, and two ends of cotton â€"“tie the angel at the top. ”





“Tie it at the top?” he said, looking down. “Yes. At the very top â€" because it’s tpav q5tpav just come down from the sky.” “Ay my word!” he laughed. And he tied 5tpav the hq5tpav angel.


Coming downstairs after changing he went into the icy cold parlour, and took his music and a small handbag. With sihq5tpv this he retreated again to the



back kitchen. He was still in trousers and shirt and slippers: but now it was a clean white shirt, and his best black trousers, and new pink and white braces. He sat fsihq5tav under the


gas-jet of the back kitchen, looking through his music. Then he opened the q5tpav bag, in which were sections of a sihq5tpv flute and a piccolo. He took out the flute, and adjusted it. As he


sat he was physically aware 5tpav sihq5tpv of the sounds of the night: the bubbling of water in the boiler, the faint sound q5tpav of the gas, the sudden crying of the baby in the next room, fsihq5tav then



noises outside, hq5tpav distant boys shouting, distant rags of carols, fragments of voices of men. The whole country was roused and excited.


The little room was hot. Aaron rose and opened a square ventilator over the copper, letting pav in a stream of cold air, which was grateful q5tpav to .