An early morning sun beamed through the small window. Which blinded the young Nicholas and Noel as they climbed clumsily into the attic. But the noise did not break the Sandman’s spell over the rest of the house. They navigated the minefield of loose floorboards, through the items long forgotten by the family. In the thick grey dust, they found footprints, that lead them to the fireplace. A stack of boxes stood against the chimney wall. As both of them moved one marked last years Xmas decorations, a voice came from the attic floor.
“You won’t find them there, boys!”