I HAD to put pen to paper to tell readers of something that happened to me while at Liverpool's Central station just before Christmas.
I heard the most beautiful voice singing carols. I looked around and saw where it was coming from.
A young boy no more that eight years old ... not a microphone in sight.
What a voice! He could have lifted the Radio City Tower off its foundations.
His dad was with him and I saw and listened for as long as I could and put some change into his cap on the pavement.
I am 84 years old and this brought a tear to my eye.
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