Belle loved Christmas, I mean REALLY LOVED CHRISTMAS!!! She loved every little thing about it. She loved the cold weather (hopefully snow) and buying presents. She loved the Christmas trees, the carols and festive songs. Christmas made Belle feel happy and silly and really quite giddy. She wanted it to be Christmas all year long. Not like David. David did not like Christmas. Bah humbug!

Christmas morning Belle did her best to lie in bed and hide from David, knowing he was a festive grump. Lying there, she could play in her mind and do all of the fun things he couldn’t. David just couldn’t play like she could, not with the children’s games, the party hats and certainly not the dressing-up! So there she lay, whilst her in her mind played and frolicked, picturing herself in her best frilly pink party dress, playing and laughing. There were streamers and silliness and tinsel in her hair. She had the bestest time. Belle noticed how late it was and quickly got out of bed, and between raising her head and her feet touching the floor she became David again.