His father drives. At first, his mother is silent.
"This is ridiculous. Why have you turned left?"
"You always think you know best."
"Because you take no notice. Just like …"
"Oh yes? Like everything else I do wrong?"
The child closes his eyes, covers his ears. Shuts out sight, sound.
Instead, he tries to see lights from the Christmas tree, remember that song with the bells.
"Sorry," he says."
"No, sorry," she says. Offers a kiss.
The child smiles.
The Christmas angel has safely returned.