Two weeks before Christmas and Christmas eyes are smiling.
Her letter to Santa written in a four-year-old’s scrawl; the page decorated with glitter snow falling on a misspelt wish-list.
She crowned the tree with a golden star and turned on lights that sparkle in imitation of the expectant twinkle in her eyes.
We explained the nativity and the gifts given – she paused, curious about Santa’s absence.
She waits, restless with the slow burn of time, reminding us that Santa will visit soon; as soon as the advent windows have been opened, the chocolates eaten.
Christmas eyes are smiling, waiting still.