The day before the night before Christmas, several of your old clockwork toys previously left collecting dust in the attic come alive to the strains of Low and re-enact the birth of our Lord and Saviour. It's really quite moving stuff. Luckily someone decides to get it on camera:
The days are shrinking and unfit to wear. Now, just as the sun hits the pillow hard They turn on: luminous reindeer and stars - Buzzing quietly, inert in the air.