Christmas in the Children's home was magical, even with the very tall ceilings of a manor house, the Christmas tree was so huge, it would have to bend over at the top.
The local Children from the tiny village in Kent would come to the Christmas party we had in the huge front room, paying pass the parcel and musical chairs.
What a difference when my Mother took me back, her husband would tell me to go out, when I said all of my friends would be spending Christmas with their families, he just told me to go look for new friends, so there I was, 9 or 10, roaming around the streets on my own, freezing cold, waiting until it was late enough to be allowed back home, I never liked Christmases again.