‘Whenever I feel unhappy about the state of the word,' the prime Minister though to himself, ‘I think about the Arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport, where happy,smiling passengers greet their friends and relatives. It seems to me that love is everywhere. It is't big news - but it's always there. Father and sons,mothers and daughters,husbands and wives,friends and strangers. When the planes hit New York,people's last phone calls weren't massages of hate. They were massagers of love. If you look for it, you'll find - I think - that love actually around us...'
In a recording studio in London,
an ageing rock star was recording a new song.
‘I feel it in my fingers,
I feel it in my toes.’
Three much younger singers joined in enthusiastically:
‘Love is all around me - and so the ... '
‘I'm afraid you did it again,Billy!'
his manager,Joe,called out.
‘I Know the old words so well.'
‘We all do - and that's why we're doing these new ones.'
‘Right.OK.Let's do it again'
The music started again.
Billy sang:
‘I feel it in my fingers,
I feel it in my toes.
Love is all ... Oh no!'
The music stopped and then stared again.
‘I feel it in my fingers,
I feel it in my toes.
Chrismas is all around me ...'
Joe smiled.
‘And so the feeling grows.
It's written in the wind.
It's everywhere I go.
So if you really love Christmas
Come on and let it snow...'
Billy stopped singing.
‘This is rubbish,isn't it?'he said.
‘Yes, - complete rubbish,great rock star!'
Joe agreed happily.
In another part of the city,
Jamie was preparing to go out.
His girlfriend Katya wathed him from the bed.
‘I'm going to be late for the wedding,'he said anxiously.
‘it's just round the corner.You'll be there in time.'
‘You really don't mimd me going without you?'he asked.
‘No, - I'm just feeling bad.'
‘I love you,'Jamie told her, and he kissed her.
‘I know.'
‘I love you even when you're ill and look terrible.'
‘I know. Now go, or you'll miss it'
‘Right.'
Jamie left the room, then put his head round the door again.
‘Did I tell you that I love you?'
‘Yes, you did,'Katya said impatiently.‘Now go!'
A few streets away, Daniel sat alone in his home office,
thinking about the recent death of his wife.
He rested his head in his hands for a moment.
Then he lifted his head,
pick up the phone and rang his friend karen.
‘Karen - it's me again.I'm sorry.
There's really nobody else I can talk to.'
Karen was in her kitchen,cooking her children's dinner.
‘Of course wa can talk,'she said.
‘It's a bad moment now,though.
Can I call you back in a minute?'
‘Of course,'Daniel replied.
‘It does't mean I'm not terribly sad that your wife just died.'
‘Understood Ring me later.'
Daniel put the phone down.
Karen turned back to her seven-year-old daughter,Daisy.
‘So - what's this big news?'she asked.
‘We've been given our parts in the Christmas play,'
Daisy told her.
‘I'm the lobster.'
‘The lobster?'said Karen.
‘Yes.'
‘In the Christmas play?'
‘Yes,' said Daisy.
‘First lobster.'
‘There was more than one lobster at the birth of Jesus.?'
‘Yes!'