
Four Twinkly Christmas Stories
CHRISTMAS CHAOS Clarice puffed out her cheeks, pink with the cold, and screwed up her eyes against the chill wind. She turned her face to the sky and peered through frosty lashes at the heavy clouds lumbering in from the coast. ‘Where are you?’ she called, hot breath forming its own tiny weather front above her nose as it hit the freezing air. ‘Come on in, Clar, you’ll catch your death.’ Mother. Clarice stamped her feet, chilly in her spotted wellies despite the thick Huggy socks that hung pinkly over their tops. ‘But she promised!’ ‘I know sweetheart, but you … Continue reading Four Twinkly Christmas Stories