The star atop out tree is not gold, but it is precious to us. I made it when the kids were small, and one day they will tell their children, "You're Da made that!" I am in no hurry for that day to come, because each year my children hunt through the decorations for "Daddy's Star", and the tree is only finished when I put the star in place.
Christmas is not complete without Mika's wreath hanging beside the door. She uses the prunings from our cypress trees, and holly from the local community hall garden (Yes, she even asked permission!).
In the morning, if the children have been good of course, their stockings will be full of presents, the last job for Father Christmas before he goes to bed.
So, whither so ever scattered over the earths broad surface you may be, I wish you a peaceful and blessed Christmas.
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!