The roads are treacherous this morning. I’m glad I’d got my shopping done yesterday. ‘All set for Christmas?’ the elfin checkout girl had asked predictably.
‘Don’t do it, too humbuggy by far. Christmas is for kids.’ My stock, lighthearted response.
He’s in his usual chair by the window. I weave through, a nod here and there, until I’m sufficiently close. He sees me, and gives a gasp of surprise. His face is a picture of childish delight, his smile wide as the ocean in his dreams. ‘What brings you here?’ he says, hand reaching for mine.
‘It’s Christmas Day, Dad.’
‘Don’t do it, too humbuggy by far. Christmas is for kids.’ My stock, lighthearted response.
He’s in his usual chair by the window. I weave through, a nod here and there, until I’m sufficiently close. He sees me, and gives a gasp of surprise. His face is a picture of childish delight, his smile wide as the ocean in his dreams. ‘What brings you here?’ he says, hand reaching for mine.
‘It’s Christmas Day, Dad.’
