His father drives. At first, his mother is silent.
Until …
"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.
Until …
"Sorry," he says."
"No, sorry," she says. Offers a kiss.
The child smiles.
The Christmas angel has safely returned.