‘Who are you?’
Beth Grimes, 33, Chester
Our double buggy teetered with gifts as me and my husband Ian carefully lifted it from the train onto the platform.
‘It’s got more presents than Santa’s sleigh,’ I chuckled, stifling a yawn.
It was 8pm on Christmas Eve 2019.
After visiting relatives, Ian, then 39, and I were keen to get home.
But bouncing excitedly, our kids Penny, then 4, and Casper, 2, showed no signs of flagging.
Even Rufus, then 20-months, just visible under piles of glittery paper, was still babbling away.
‘Will we see Rudolph?’ Penny grinned.
‘You never know,’ I smiled. Out on the street, we started the
