Be a doll

It looked like a bleak Christmas for all – until Becky had a bright idea

Violet, you shouldn’t have,” Anna gushed, pulling the reindeer festooned wrapping paper from the package and opening the lid. “It’s... lovely” she lied, lifting out the most garish and possibly uglies

HELLO, little one!” Penny Dauntless greeted a robin-redbreast, who cocked his head as she pushed along her trolley of post on the daily round. “How often is there such a perfect mid-December morning?”

Mu-um! Mum! He’s done it again!’ screams Molly, my seven-going-on-17-year-old daughter. As if it’s not hard enough getting the two of them ready for school and out of the house in the morning! Quickly

JENNA had a length of Christmas-themed fabric. She had used it previously to cover the table of her market stall, and was willing to sacrifice to help beautify Santa’s Grotto. It was patterned with al

Sarah looked down at her shopping list again, frowning. Why on earth had she been so pig-headed? Her parents had offered to do Christmas. So had John’s. But no. She’d insisted: since this was their fi