Chapter 2

A couple of hours later, there was a beautiful Christmas tree, beautifully decorated and shining brightly, no need for artificial lights as much as it tended to overload Christmas. The tree had been splendid, as it was nothing else was missing from his work of art and although I would have liked to put some lights, I could not find them anywhere in the house.

My stomach growled reminding me that because of the burst of joy I had had at Santa’s workshop, I had forgotten even my lunch.

Sighing at having to take my eyes off my shiny creation I was directed to a thoroughly modern kitchen, late model perhaps. It was beautiful, like everything else in the house.

My biggest weakness is decorating and handmade things, but when it came to cooking, I would most likely end up setting both the kitchen and the whole house on fire, including the Christmas artwork.

I could bare