“…and a REAL trainset please, Santa.”
The man in scruffy clothes watched as Terry left Santa.” He walked past as they opened their front door.
On Christmas morning, lights snapped on and Terry ran downstairs. The doorbell buzzed.
“Mummy! Santa forgot my trainset, but he’s left it on the doorstep!”
The man stared from the shadows, remembering flames that’d engulfed his home and family last December. Christmas magic had gone forever, but for that wee man at least, he’d made it happen.