We sleep in the car this Christmas. Mum hangs a pine-tree air-freshener on the rear-view mirror and I fold a gum wrapper into a silver star.
Christmas Eve the radio plays carols from St Paul’s Cathedral. We gorge on three-for-a-pound noodles and watch the windows fog.
Christmas day I’m wheezing. Mum thinks it’s the cold or covid. I don’t tell her I used the pine air-freshener as deodorant and my pits are on fire. I like smelling Christmassy.
Christmas Eve the radio plays carols from St Paul’s Cathedral. We gorge on three-for-a-pound noodles and watch the windows fog.
Christmas day I’m wheezing. Mum thinks it’s the cold or covid. I don’t tell her I used the pine air-freshener as deodorant and my pits are on fire. I like smelling Christmassy.
