22 August 2026

As we were gathered around opening Christmas presents, my five-year-old suddenly shouted with joy,….

What I didn’t know was that the story didn’t end there.

Back to Christmas Morning

Simon was still smiling, still excited, completely unaware that the adults in the room were barely holding it together.

“Dad knows her,” he added casually. “She comes sometimes. She told me not to worry.”

Not to worry.

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