Rick Haynes tells us about the spirit of Christmas in the tenth drabble of Christmas:
The Spirit of Christmas by Rick Haynes
Covered in snow the old stone house stood serene on the moor.
Inside, the last glass had been drunk, the lights extinguished and all were safely abed.
But one little girl had other ideas. She crept down the stairs and into the kitchen. Putting a torch in her pocket she dressed for the cold. Exiting the house with a fresh turkey under her arm Angela James followed the lane to the adjacent farm.
Leaving it safely outside, she whispered.
‘I am sorry that your parents have lost everything Lizzie, but at least now, you can have a proper Christmas dinner.’