shining bright christmas angel
Letting myself into Mum’s house, I kicked off my shoes and hung up my winter coat.
It was a few weeks before Christmas Eve and I’d popped round to my mum’s house, with my daughter Evie, to decorate her tree.
Even though I’d left home years before, it was still a festive ritual that I treasured.
‘We’re here, Mum,’ I called. ‘Have you got the tree?’
I walked into the living room, where I found Mum, surrounded by sparkling gemstones.
‘Yes, and you’re just in time to help me,’ she said, beaming.
‘Yes, and you’re just in time to My mother never put up a large Christmas tree. Instead, she used to decorate a small one with pearls and gemstone pendants – then pop the glittering tree in the fireplace.
This year was no different. When we’d finished, Mum’s tree looked spectacular with its strings of real pearls hanging from the branches and
