Out of the taxi, quickly, there be ‘Dragons’ about; the driver refusing to take me further. I walk onto the railway station platform. Hello Christmas morning!! A celebratory church bell tolls distantly. My trek begins. No ‘Dragons’ of course; just the addicts lurking in the shadows. Demanding handouts, they sometimes emerge, becoming abusive, threatening, when I decline! Human Dragons! My Signalbox workplace looms distantly; so near, so far. I walk-on quickly; my footsteps echoing. Alert, listening, shadows threatening, I count my steps. Two hundred, one hundred, fifty; at the Signalbox door; inside, Safe!! My Christmas Morning for seven consecutive years.