It was everyone's favourite time of the year. Christmas. Presents, music, cheer, normal people being jolly. I quite liked Christmas too, to be honest. I was sat on the end of the sofa, next to Gran, picking strips of green plant off of the Christmas tree, being quiet as I did it. I was on carol duty, not my favourite job. Gran had to go with me when we opened the door to snowy paths and singing children who had nothing better to do.
There was a knock.
"More carollers, Gran. Come on." We walked from the warm seats on the cushion of the sofa, and into the hall. I opened the door and revealed six kids singing 'It Came Upon a Midnight Clear'. That song was what was actually written in the metal books of the caroller statue in the front garden. Little kids pointed at our LED Acrylic Deer as they walked past. After an age, the six jolly kids left and I got to return to the sounds of 'Lonely This Christmas'. I watched Gran and Uncle Mike dance to 'Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree' in the din