“We always have Christmas here, at home. You can’t not do it here!”
I looked at him and he looked at me. We both shrugged. “Our home isn’t here anymore,” he reminded them. “We’re moving, remember. The boxes are filling up; the removal van is booked. We’re moving on.”
“But we’re your children. We’ve always had Christmas together.”
“Nobody said you couldn’t come with us,” I said.
Their turn to look at one another.
“To the countryside?” Jim asked.
“That farmhouse?” Emma asked.
“In the field?” Bea asked
“And sleep on the floor?” Sara asked.
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