Epilogue - Part 2

"London Lights?" the llama asks.

"Strange feeling, isn't it?"

And indeed it is a strange feeling. We are still sitting in the Ferris Wheel cabin in Tivoli Gardens in Copenhagen looking through an open elevator door at the lights of London from another cabin's, another Ferris Wheel's point of view.

The elevator doors close again.

"This advent calendar will never end, will it, Bromford?"

BING!

No, wherever that is behind the elevator doors, it is not Bromford.

"I think, it will end today, animal", I say. "I have the strongest feeling that the next stop will be home. And you know what, animal? I know now what the spirit of Christmas is. The spirit of Christmas is home."

BING!

The broken elevator doors are sliding open one more time. There it is, the hallway of the penthouse above the fifteenth floor of the apartment house on 666, Whitaker Lane in Bromford, the friendly town by the bay and seaside. And there are Kylie and her son Nigel waving at us, still in their ugly Christmas sweaters.

Llama and I jump.

"Whitaker Lane here we come!"

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"Bromford Winter"

Oh Father Christmas,
Come to us, come to us
Perfect and with us,
Come to us, come to us

Oh Mother Mary,
Celebrate, celebrate
Brave sanctuary,
Come to us, come to us

Explorations end in Christ,
Decorations left behind,
Where will you go, where will you go,
Where will you go?
Troubled heart, troubled heart, here with all

Oh Christian winter,
Call to us, call to us
Bromford Winter,
Regulus, Regulus

Oh star of wisdom,
Light of life, light of life
Casperous prism,
Bride of life, bride of life

Disappointment to be had,
Hold your temper too my friend,
Where will you go, where will you go, where will you go?
Troubled heart, troubled heart, here with all