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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