The Rooftop Run

A woman’s work is never done – especially at Christmas time…

- Gill McKinlay

You’ll have to do the round tonight,” Santa croaked to his wife. “Me!” Ivy shrieked. “I can’t do the round! I’ve got to stuff the turkey, make mince pies…”

“We can’t let the children down.” Santa sneezed. “And there are more than ever of them this year.”

“I’m not doing it,” Ivy repeated. “You’ll have to.” Santa blew his nose.

“I’m not well enough.”

Ivy went downstairs to make him some lemon-and-honey. If she dosed him up, perhaps he’d recover in time.

Robin and Noel rushed through the back gate followed by their sister, Holly.

“They’re a nightmare. I’m never taking them Christmas shopping again,” Holly grumbled as she stomped into the kitchen.

“They’re over-excited because it’s Christmas,” Ivy said as she opened a jar of mincemeat. “I bet most kids are playing up today. Calm down and behave yourselves,” she told the twins. “I don’t want any fuss, especially not tonight…”

“What happens tonight?”