In the early hours, I heard noises downstairs. “It’s just Santa,” I thought rolling over and going back to sleep, lightly tranquilised by the remnants of cheap cask red.
5am… I sat up recalling the spate of burglaries in our area, raced downstairs.
Our stockings overflowed, the tree surrounded.
And in the distance… ‘Ho, Ho, Ho! Merry Christmas!’