by Richmal Crompton (Author)

William awoke and rubbed his eyes. It was Christmas Day-the day to which he had looked forward with mingled feelings for twelve months. It was a jolly day, of course-presents and turkey and crackers and staying up late. On the other hand, there were generally too many relations about, too much was often expected of one, the curious taste displayed by people who gave one presents often marred one's pleasure.