He wakes before dawn and in his eagerness sneaks down the dark stairs to glimpse the presents before anyone else can wake. The living room looks different in the gloom. The baubles don’t glisten. The tree looms tall and ominous. The glass panes are frosted. He can see his breath clouding in the air. And there is the figure at the window. Staring in.
Paddy Dobson
25th December 2021