Mr Jones has lived by himself, with his cat Percy, since his wife died. He has one daughter, but she lives miles away. Next door to Mr Jones live Phil and Jane MacDonald and their two sons, Alex and Sean.
Most of the houses in Park Road had Christmas lights on Christmas trees. But one house that remained dark was number 4, Mr Jones' house.
One Saturday, five days before Christmas, Alex and Sean were kicking a ball about in the garden. Alex, the Park Road Beckham, gave the ball a huge kick. It flew over Sean's head, over the hedge, and into Mr Jones' garden.
"I'm not getting that," said Sean.
Alex pushed open the sagging gate and searched for the ball. He found it just under the front room window. He couldn't resist looking in. Alex came out of Mr Jones' garden looking thoughtful.
"It's really dark in there," he said. "He hasn't got any decorations at all."