“His mother’s face smiled back at him as he lay in his hospital bed. It was light and most of the children were awake as their parents sat by their beds. Balloons and tinsel decorated the white walls and a huge green Christmas tree stood at the end of the ward, alive with all the Christmas decorations imaginable. ‘What’s wrong, honey? You look worried’, his mother said with a concerned look in her eyes. ‘I had a bad dream,’ he replied. ‘Oh really? No bad dreams on Christmas! It’s not allowed’.’ ...She smiled. ‘I dreamt there was a monster, a monster that only comes at Christmas, and there were three children and their Mummy and Daddy were gone’,’ he continued, tearful and breathless. ‘Oh, baby,’ his mother replied, hugging his tiny body, which felt clammy with fear. ‘There is no such thing as monsters. Your mummy is here, and your daddy will be right back. Mark my words.’ The boy held on a while longer and saw the nurses handing out presents to the sick, poorly and vulnerable children.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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