With the tambourine tinkle of ice on the moor and the winter moon white as a bone,,my grandad and his set out to bring Christmas home." A wild winter wizard had grizzled the gorse and spangled the splinter-sharp leaves, when the light of their wind-swinging lantern found a magical Christmas tree. From the glittering town at the end of the the carols grew sweeter and bolder, as my grandad's smiling father carried Christmas home on his shoulder.