<br /> <br /> Liverpool, 1964, tens of thousands of people thronged the streets from the airport to<br /> the city centre and stood for hours until a police escort led a group of large black cars with tinted windows past screaming fans.<br /> <br /> <br /> It was the day four young men returned home. Liverpool has that sense of home, of belonging, and these men had been away, and they came home. In a city whose port has been for centuries the<br /> gateway to the world, a better world, anything had to be better, coming home safely in itself was something to celebrate.<br /> <br /> <br /> How many of our brothers, fathers, grandfathers and uncles had left the Pier Head to land at the South Sea Shore, New York, in time of peace and war, some to make their fortune, some to be lost<br /> forever. The Beatles songs were only possible because of the music that travelled home with the sailors in their kit bags. These four men had travelled in style: BOAC planes and first class<br /> treatment all the way. And they came home.<br /> <br /> <br /> Why the wait? It was  not only the songs, good tunes with clever lyrics carved out of the pebbles at the Dingle, it was not only the silly haircuts, we all thought they were naff but were<br /> too overwhelmed to say so, and the suits, no thank you..Read more... http://interculturaldialogueandeducation.wordpress.com/<br /> <br /> <br /> <br />

<br /> my favourite xmas carol is happy christmas by john lennon<br /> <br /> <br />