It only seems five minutes ago that I was handing out burgers at the school fireworks display, cursing anyone who asked for onions, which are never easily served at speed and in the dark! So, I had to pinch myself when I heard Wren singing a Christmas song as she pedalled across the park, piles of golden leaves scattering in her wake. Rehearsals for the school Christmas play are well under way and it’s only mid-November. The poor teachers!
All Wren will say is that she is in the ‘Neighbour Group’ and the rest, she tells me very seriously, is a surprise for the big day. But given the lyrics carrying across the frosty air in the park, I’m almost certain it will involve a rendition of Rocking Around The Christmas Tree! π
