"Did you celebrate Christmas in Germany?" I asked Dieter. "Before the war, I mean."
"Of course," he said. "Father Christmas was born in Germany. Didn't you know that?"
"I did," I said. "But I must have forgotten."
"Weihnachten, we call it. Saint Nikolaus, the lighted Christmas tree.... Saint Nikolaus brings sweet for the children on the sixth of December, and Weihnachtsmann bring gifts for everyone on Christmas Eve."
He said this looking teasingly at Feely, who was sneaking a peak at herself in the looking glass.
"Two Father Christmases?" I asked.
"Something like that."
I gave an inward sigh of relief. Even if I did manage to bring one of them down and keep him from his rounds, there was still a spare to carry out whatever was left of the long night's work. At least in Germany.