Christmas is for the kids, they said to each other as they anticipated the return of grown-up children and piled treats on the dining table to tempt them.
Christmas is for the kids, they said as they beamed smiles at plump tiny faces, jiggling small bodies on their knees.
Christmas is for… not me, she thought resentfully as she pushed tough turkey round her plate. The other residents didn’t seem to be enjoying it either. Where are my kids?