Christmas Eve

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.

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