Under the Tree
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She wasn’t sure how it had happened but sneaking a peek – and a slurp – of the liqueur chocolates probably hadn’t helped. She’d lost her balance somehow and now here she was, looking up at the ceiling through a lattice of pine branches, punctuated by coloured lights and many glittering baubles. It was such a different angle to the one she was used to but lying in the shade of the tree was somehow restful, and very relaxing.
She hiccupped quietly and hoped it was a long time until the family noticed their Christmas fairy wasn’t in her usual place…
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