Handmade CHRISTMAS

What do you mean, “my entry for the Christmas Tree Festival?”’ Kate queried, leaning against the counter in her mother’s coffee shop. ‘I haven’t entered.’

‘Aunt Fiona’s the organiser,’ her sister Sophie said. ‘If you hadn’t been so busy pining because that rat Ben dumped you, you’d have known that.’

‘I know about the festival,’ Kate retorted, tossing her blonde ponytail. ‘And I haven’t been pining.’

‘We thought you should enter this year,’ her mother smiled. ‘It’ll take your mind off things.’

‘I don’t even understand what a Christmas tree festival is,’ Kate sighed. ‘Why would I enter one?’

‘They’re like flower festivals, only with Christmas trees,’ her mother explained patiently. ‘Don’t you remember last year?’

Kate guiltily recalled her family asking her to come for the weekend, but she and Ben had been busy.

‘I was still in London,’ she mumbled. ‘I think we had a work event or something.’

‘You mean Ben had a better offer,’ Sophie said sarcastically, shifting baby Hugo from one hip to the other.