LOL Paul that was an awesome story to read...

I remember being in what was my Nans house.... it was a huge victorian house that was split into 3 flats. We had the upper floor flat and rented it out.  Now each room had a fireplace and every xmas eve we would go asleep and of course I would wake up first, run into my sisters room, pull the cover off her, run into my bed and wait for her to come in so she could get told off for being up first...pushes halo back on head....and one night I was lying there waiting and I heard bells....and lots of them but very faintly..... I was like OMG..... and sat listening......and was that excited I ran into my mum and my nannas bedroom who all were fast asleep and was like omg omg omg....I just heard santas reindeers bells....

I remember sitting there all day just going on about it.  I still, to this day, reckon it was real.

As they say in Miracle on 34th Street......I believe ;O)

"I didn't lose my mind, it was mine to give away"