Christmas MAGIC
What do you want me to do with this?’ Sophie’s face screwed up with distaste as she held the woollen stocking up for inspection.
‘It’s to put on the end of your bed. You know – for Santa Claus,’ Diane explained.
Of course Sophie knew this, but Diane was used to being challenged by her foster child. She’d learned that the best way was to play along.
‘Santa! Seriously?’
‘Yes, Sophie,’ Diane said patiently. ‘You wait – tomorrow morning it’ll be full of presents.’
‘Doubt it.’ Sophie looked again at the stocking, her mouth a straight line. ‘He’s never come before. Don’t see why he’d bother now.’
‘IT WASN’T ABOUT THE PRESENTS, IT WAS ABOUT THE MAGIC OF IT’
It was no surprise to hear that the girl had never had presents on Christmas morning, but it still made Diane’s heart turn over with sympathy. They’d never had much money at home when she was growing up, but her mum had always managed to fill their stockings with something
