The tree shimmered in the firelight, and scented candles perfumed the air with cinnamon and orange. Becky wearily set the mince pies on the table beside the mulled wine.
‘Excellent work, Becky, but straighten those garlands, please.’
‘Then can I go?’
‘Why not, it is Christmas Eve! Just tell my wife to get a move on, and remind nanny to keep the kids upstairs.’
Becky hurried home to Jason and their boys. Together they would decorate a plastic tree with handmade decorations and stand it in pride of place by the radiator. Becky smiled as snow began to fall.
‘Excellent work, Becky, but straighten those garlands, please.’
‘Then can I go?’
‘Why not, it is Christmas Eve! Just tell my wife to get a move on, and remind nanny to keep the kids upstairs.’
Becky hurried home to Jason and their boys. Together they would decorate a plastic tree with handmade decorations and stand it in pride of place by the radiator. Becky smiled as snow began to fall.
