Fifty Seven The Nativity
Cole’s Point of View.
I am walking back into our home, after a long assed day in the office, without Helena, as she took a personal day. It is a whirl wind of activity, glitter all over the coffee table, a big black bag of tinsel at Helena’s feet with Robyn shouting
“what about this piece Mammy?” whist dragging more onto the floor.
Tomorrow is the Nativity play at the School, and Helena is busy wrapping gold tinsel around two coat hangers to make angel wings to go onto the back of Robyn’s long white dress as she is the Angel Gabriel.
Steven is currently parading around the lounge with a long red cloak Helena made yesterday, and a home made golden crown, shouting “I have brought the baby Jesus the gift of frankincense” over and over again, practisi
