From the word go, "God's Truth" was a very important expression in our family. When you or Daddy suspected I might be fibbing about something, the dreaded "God's Truth?" was sure to bring out the truth. At a very early age I turned the tables on you with this. I used to love Christmas -- I always got the presents I wanted and more besides -- but I had this thing about Father Christmas. It just didn't make sense to me, the flying reindeer business and getting down the chimney and being able to give presents to every child in the whole world. So one year -- I think I was five, we were at Bentwaters Base -- I sat you down and asked you if Father Christmas was real. You replied, "Of COURSE!" Then I said, "God's Truth?" I can remember the look on your face You didn't have to say a thing. From then on we still practiced the Father Christmas sham (after all, it meant more presents!), but I didn't have to worry about a creepy old stranger sneaking around my bedroom in the dead of night.