Elf and safety

THERE’S been a complaint,” Mr Busby says when, only two days into my new job, he calls me into his office. I’m still in my ill-fitting Santa outfit and my fake beard has brought my face out in an itch

I bagged myself a hubby from Santa’s grotto

It was going to be a quiet festive season for me, just the way I liked it (I told myself). I’d gone back to spend Christmas with my parents in our small home town. This year, however, Mum and Dad were

TOMMY was cold. He couldn’t remember a time he hadn’t felt cold. His fingers hurt the most. He folded them inside his woollen jumper and squeezed them tightly. Sometimes it eased the tingling pain. So

MAUD had been looking forward to finally getting her decorations out again. And now with a whole afternoon at her disposal she was really going to savour the experience and make it something special.

Meet the late lifers who are using their skills to create some festive magic…