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    I'll Be There For The Replay
    I'll Be There For The Replay
    I'll Be There For The Replay
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    I'll Be There For The Replay

    By Tom Goymour

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    Just an ordinary family, with a talented mother. 

    A ghostly, but spiritually uplifting tale for Christmas that will stir your warmest emotions.

    'Suddenly, she remembered hearing it before, someone else was playing it years ago . . . As she played on into the melancholy passages of the Chorale section, it was as if someone was there with her, watching over and reassuring her that everything would be all right.'

    Sometimes in life strange things happen, and when they do it's usually for a reason.

    As Paula Patterson's big day looms ever closer, ghostly occurrences happened around her and the family.

    Who was it playing the piano in the village church that foggy December evening?

    What does Aunt Molly know that she is not telling?

    And, when all is done, who will be there for the replay?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherTom Goymour
    Release dateDec 20, 2017
    ISBN9781536509342
    I'll Be There For The Replay

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      I'll Be There For The Replay - Tom Goymour

      Dedicated to my family: For my children

      and my Father, to whom I am indebted for

      the literary inspiration.

      I'LL BE THERE FOR THE REPLAY

      JUST AN ORDINARY FAMILY, with a talented mother.

      A ghostly, but spiritually uplifting tale for Christmas that will stir your warmest emotions.

      'Suddenly, she remembered hearing it before, someone else was playing it years ago . . . As she played on into the melancholy passages of the Chorale section, it was as if someone was there with her, watching over and reassuring her that everything would be all right.'

      Sometimes in life strange things happen, and when they do it's usually for a reason.

      As Paula Patterson's big day looms ever closer, ghostly occurrences happened around her and the family.

      Who was it playing the piano in the village church that foggy December evening?

      What does Aunt Molly know that she is not telling?

      And, when all is done, who will be there for the replay?

      FRIDAY 14th DECEMBER

      Paula Patterson worked part time at St. Marlborough's Primary School and she loved Christmas time. Her Year Four class had participated in all the usual activities over the last week or so: making Christmas cards, decorating the classroom, and singing carols to the residents of the old people's home nearby, but today was the biggest thing they were involved with, the final rehearsal for the Christmas play was taking place in the hall that afternoon. It wasn't going to be the only big performance Paula would find herself involved with over the Christmas break either. Paula was actually quite glad that she wasn't in charge of a class for the afternoon's rehearsal and that her colleagues Sarah and Jan were overseeing the entire concert. Now that she had elected to work part time it was kind of nice to not constantly have the responsibility, it meant that she could concentrate on her own goals for the future. Yes, there was the family, whatever happens they would always come first, but she has something else in her life, something quite exciting. There was a possible second career opportunity looming for her,  and she wasn't going to let it slip by.

      The children filed into the hall a class at a time.

      Fill up from the front row first. called Sarah Smith, the Year One teacher.

      James, we don't want to see that thank you. She retorted to a little boy sitting at the front.

      Paula directed her class into the hall and they sat facing the front, awaiting instructions. Ian Davidson entered with his form, another part-time teacher who was covering for a colleague's absence. Ian was a pleasant chap that Paula quite took to. She had got to know him quite well over the last few weeks.

      She smiled across.Not long now, just four days to get through!

      It will go so quickly. Ian replied with a reciprocal smile.

      I hope for you and me both, she replied in a low tone as the children were now settling.

      The children were listening to Mrs. Smith who was busily organising people in different places, so Paula felt she could just take a moment to just sit back and watch.

      When's you're performance? came the voice from her left.

      Paula was slightly taken aback that any of her colleagues had even remembered yet alone taken enough interest to ask.

      What . . oh, its the 22nd at the Grosvenor Hall. She stuttered with her reply almost flattered that Ian was asking.  If you wanted to come . . .  she added, nervously.

      I'll try and be there. His reply seemed definite.

      Well, that would be great.

      For a moment, everything about her forthcoming big day flooded her mind: the arrangements, her dress, the endless practice, anything more she needed to do, and the overwhelming worry of what if something was to go wrong? She couldn't let this occupy her mind right now, she had to snap herself out of it before it spoilt her afternoon.

      Are you okay for activities for your class for the next couple of days? She asked of Ian, forcing herself to focus back on the task in hand.  It gets quite daunting thinking up Christmassy things for the children to do without just repeating the same old activities all the time, she said, anxious to move the conversation away from the subject of her impending concert.

      Well, yes, actually I am, he replied, again, with a confident ring to his tone.  In fact, I've got hold of something that might be of more interest to your class, or even your own children.

      Oh? Go on . . . Paula wondered what he was going to tell her, it sounded intriguing.

      Well, it's a Christmas book, by Enid Blyton in fact, written many years ago.

      Paula squinted, furrows appeared above her eyebrows as she threw him a puzzled look, but Ian wasn't joking.

      It's actually a great book you know. It's all about how a family seventy to eighty-odd years ago used to celebrate Christmas. It could teach our kids a thing or two – might make them actually think! There was enthusiasm in Ian's voice.

      Paula pondered the possibilities.

      So how's it written? What's the message? 

      Oh, loads of old quirky meanings to many of our Christmas customs all embroidered into a story about a family with four children. I'll tell you what, why don't you borrow it.

      Well thanks, replied Paula, starting to think it might actually be interesting for her own kids. Annie is six and Liam, eleven. Her oldest son Jamie, at fifteen would probably find it off its radar. Currently nothing traditional was cool enough for him.

      The two teachers were then distracted from their low level conversation by the shrill voice of Mrs. Smith having trouble with a child on the front row that wouldn't sit quietly.

      I think we're required. Ian chipped in. I'd better go and sit down there I think. We can talk some more later.

      With that, Ian moved down to the front row, leaving Paula to conjure up images of bygone Christmases and daydream for a few seconds about what this book might offer.

      Later that afternoon, just before leaving for home, Ian brought the book to Paula.

      Here it is he said,  handing her the small dark green hard cover volume.

      She went to take it from his grasp, thanking him as she did so, but Ian held onto the book for a second or two and looked Paula firmly in the eye.

      Read this book. He said. It will trigger your deep-rooted fundamental passion for Christmas, and it will leave you wanting to find out about Christmases past.

      Paula gazed at the book slightly disconcerted by the strange words of conviction her friend had just delivered. She ran her fingers

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