It was Christmas. William had thoughtfully presented each of his friends and relations with a list of his immediate requirements:
1. a Bicycle.
2. a grammerfone.
3. a pony.
4. a snake.
5. a monkey.
6. a Bugal.
7. a trumpit
8. a red Injun uniform
swlot of sweets
10. a lot of books.
He had a vague and not unfounded misgiving that his family would begin at the bottom of the list instead of the top.
- Number: 2.14
- Published: 1922 (1919 in magazine form) – not to be confused with the 1934 story, 16.10, of the same name
- Book: More William
- Synopsis: William and Joan plan a Christmas party for the local poor.
So anxious to avoid being given only books for Christmas is William that he finds and rifles through the stack his father intends for him, then casually announces at breakfast the next morning, “I only hope no one gives me The Great Chief, or The Pirate Ship, or The Land of Danger for Christmas. Jus’ ’cause I’ve read them, that’s all.”
Back to the bookshop Mr Brown went!
But William has other things on his mind. He comes across a poor girl in the neighbourhood whose father is about to be released from prison. He and Joan resolve to escape from their own Christmas party, and go to bring some joy to the girl and her family.
“Now let’s see whom we’ll have for your party, William,” she said, taking out pencil and paper. “You say whom you’d like and I’ll make a list.”
“Ginger an’ Douglas an’ Henry and Joan,” said William promptly.
“Yes? Who else?”
“I’d like the milkman.”
It turns out (not entirely surprisingly) that William is more enlightened than his family. In this story, he does a genuine good turn – yes, it wasn’t his own food that he gave away, but he and Joan brought so much light to the poor family’s lives – and all he gets from Mrs Brown is, “And he was just a common man straight from prison. It’s dreadful. I do hope you haven’t picked up any awful language.”
Christmas cheer from Richmal Crompton.