The Midwinter Break

Outside, the garden is shrouded in fog, but the kids haven’t noticed, because they’re on the couch watching Gumball. They’re eating melted butter toast. I’m drinking coffee. They’re in pyjamas, and for the first morning since sometime back in August, they can stay in them. No swimming, no hockey, no football, no school. Nowhere to …

The magic is here

“What was your favourite bit about Christmas when you were a kid?” they ask me every day. “First tell me yours.” I always reply. And they roam through the rituals, turning them over one by one – the hot chocolate when they write their Santa letters, putting the star on the tree, staying over in Grandad’s house on …