It is funny how memories br of old friends appear br at just around Christmas br every year. br Your mind drifts off to places br you used to know br and all the fun br you used to enjoy there. br Back to the school days br how joyous they were, br but ask anyone how they felt about them br and they’ll tell you they hated it there. br In truth, it was the best years of our lives. br A time before the world br and its pressures closed in, br a time of laughter, no tears there. br Lazy days of summers br that seemed to last all year, br and at Christmas br everyone’s favourite time of the year, br gifts spilled out from the bottom of the tree. br Those times are all now gone, br but we can still relive br the joys we used to know br through the eyes of our children br and their children br at this time of the year.