My granddaughter was now old enough to understand what Christmas meant. She was captured by everything the festive season could throw at her. Elves, fairies, endless carols, a tree dripping with lights and tinsel, her little mind could not get enough of it.
Waiting for the next Christmas was taking forever, but a chance meeting during June of that year, had her in falling deeper in love with Santa. My tip is that she still is.
Over the past couple of weeks I have put those memories into a two page play, which I will post next Thursday.