The fairy lights had stayed up, and the Hall’s rest had been short before the Fair was being set up. We had, in the meantime, over 140 people at the Christingle Service. There was the usual bustle at 2.00pm, as the door opened; and who should be there, but Santa, present in hand! The smell of mulled wine from the kitchen and then of a bacon butty being eaten (by Steve) in the Hall drew attention to the great food. Old favourite stalls were there; the books stall did well; and so did the new stall trading jewelry. £500 later we went home – and all unsold was given to Fara and the Shooting Star.