Nell: Was that David again?
Me: Yes, he really shouldn’t have eaten all those Brussel sprouts.
Nell: Open the window, would you? This is more than I can bear. Why are you laughing?
Me: It’s your face, Nell. It’s priceless.
Nell: You didn’t have to share a room with him.
Me: True.
Nell: Now, I know Christmas Eve is the main day of celebration in lots of countries.
Me: Yes, in Germany they will be opening their presents this evening.
Nell: Which is why we will be opening a present this evening too.
Me: Yes, it’s our family tradition.
Nell: You are missing the children and grandchildren, aren’t you?
Me: I am.
Nell: Next year will be different.
Me: We keep saying that, Nell.
Nell: It will. Trust me. Now, where is your hat?
Me: Do I have to wear it today?
Nell: Yes, and tomorrow. Hats are essential at Christmas. You know that.
Me: Why are the llamas wearing wigs then?
Nell: They are in costume.
Me: As what?
Nell: Sheep, of course, and Gladys is their shepherd.
Me: But we’ve got real sheep everywhere.
Nell: I know but real sheep don’t dance.
Me: Harriet makes a lovely Mary with Jim the Farm Dog as Joseph.
Nell: And David, Rupert and Beauregard are excellent kings.
Me: I’m not sure about Poppy’s innkeeper carrying a sword.
Nell: She is a little fierce.
Me: I keep thinking about Mutley playing the Archangel that year.
Nell: Yes, and Charlie and Sally arriving and surprising us.
Me: Happy memories.
Nell: Our loved ones are always with us, you know.
Me: They are.
Nell: We carry them in our hearts.
Me: We do.
Nell: Happy Christmas, my dear.
Me: Happy Christmas, Nell.
Nell: You and me. Always. Now dry those tears.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
