Sadly many of us are not going to have the Christmas we might have wished for this year. Now might be a good time to cheer oneself up with a book which takes one back to how they used to be, with a house filled with guests, everyone packed round the table for dinner, and charades and a visit from Santa afterwards. …Not that old William Shirburn’s Christmas is precisely idyllic. Virtually no one’s presence in his rambling mansion is there at his invitation, as he has no hesitation in informing them.
William really isn’t into Christmas, – all that jingly tinselly presenty stuff makes him feel queasy. He’d like to spend it alone with his cat. But Haseley House could be a gold-mine in the right hands, – and William’s relatives want to make sure it does end up in the right hands!
At home in London Hilary Watlington intends to ignore Christmas completely. With Daniel away, she won’t have to conceal how desperately she still misses Ben. But widows aren’t allowed to spend Christmas alone, – and everyone else seems to be going to Haseley.
Frances, the nanny employed by a grim academic couple in Oxford, was hoping for a break from spoilt little Tobias, but now she’s told they’re to stay with his eccentric grandfather in some spooky old house in the Cotswolds.
Can Hilary possibly be having feelings for another man? – And does she know the whole truth about the attractive Oliver Leafield?
Will Frances overcome the snobbery threatening to separate her and Daniel? Or learn which of his relatives it’s safe to trust?
And whose name is William going to put on that will they’re all so keen for him to sign?
This particular family Christmas is going to change everybody’s lives.