24 DECEMBER 1988, Page 70

Stopped off to tell us what they'd found, The wise

men passed cigars around, Huge Winston Churchill jobs, but Dad Made me give mine back and said He shouldn't be encouraged, sires. Where there's smoke be sure the fire's Not long arriving, you'll agree. One of the wise men winked at me Then popped a candy cigarette Between inS/ lips. Perhaps not yet But soon enough. His time will come. . . Their smoke-ring haloes filled the room.