While strolling through the pre-Christmas town (London) father says to his daughter:

‘Back then when your mother was preparing Christmas goodies (food, cookies…) and me, your uncle Richard and neighbour Frank were practicing/playing Christmas songs you sighed: Would it be wonderful to be this beautifull all year round…’

The daugther says to him:

‘Yes father, I have my family, I love my job, my friends and have my own piano.
Every time I clean dust of the piano I remember when you began to polish your baritone sax I knew the most beautiful days of the year are here.

Then you said to me: when you have lots of good friends, good job and you enrich your life with the music, your life will be one endless Christmas.

And yes dad I can say that my dream came true, I have never ending Christmas…’