It’s funny, you know, you spend all year making Christmas, don’t you? But you don’t get to spend it at home. You’re running round the world making Christmas for everyone else. I wonder who makes Christmas for you? And what the best bit is for you… maybe putting your feet up with a cuppa. I can’t imagine you’d fancy another mince pie by the time you’re done. I hope you have your family there to come home to.
What makes Christmas for me is seeing everyone. It isn’t always on the same day… but I see all my two-legses over Christmas. ‘Specially my boys.
When I very first came home with her, it was one of my boys who cuddled me in the car and kept me safe. I was frighted… I was only little… I’d never been in something that roared before. And I’d just left my…
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