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Toby looked out of the window.
It would appear many had got their wish for a White Christmas.
He wasn’t impressed actually.
Donning a woolly hat, gloves and wellies was not for him. He’d much rather sit here in his favourite chair by the fire.
He looked around.
He loved this room, it was cosy and warm, and full of family memories.
The tree was standing in the usual corner with the usual decorations. They’d tried it somewhere else a few years ago, but he’d managed to knock it over when he’d caught his foot in the fairy light wires so they put it back the following year.
There weren’t quite so many parcels this year. The children were all grown up and had places of their own, though they had promised to come and visit today, Christmas Day.
Toby stood up when the doorbell rang and stretched his weary bones.
Simon bustled in.
‘Hi Dad!’ he shouted hugging his father so fiercely he could hardly breathe.
‘Toby! You old rascal. Still here Old Man?’ he enthused as he scooped the cat up in his arms and held him aloft.