The little boy's biggest and best present, was an awesome, fold-out circus tent. He put it up and played in it all day, flatly refusing to tidy it away. In the middle of the night, when all were sleeping sweetly, music came into his dreams, although he slept so deeply. He tossed and turned and mumbled, then in his sleep he spoke, "The Circus is in town " And with that he awoke... He rubbed his eyes and shook his head, fairylights were on his bed On the top, down the side and along the floor they went, like softly glowing fallen stars, leading to the tent... "What initially appears to be a...