They sat together on the sofa, flicking through the channels to find something to watch.
“They show this every year,” he muttered, glancing at his wife to gauge whether she actually wanted to watch the movie or if he should keep flicking.
“Yeah, but at least it’s festive,” she said, snuggling in closer to him on the sofa. “Leave it on.”
They gazed across at the Christmas tree. Shreds of wrapping paper were still strewn across the floor around it, and the big expensive presents that they’d got their children were sitting there, completely ignored.
Behind the sofa, they could hear giggles and whispers from the cardboard fort that the kids had built. He peered over his shoulder at it, then looked back at the presents ruefully.
“We spent a fortune on those presents and they’re more interested in the boxes,” he whispered to his wife.
“At least they’re quiet,” his wife whispered back. “It’ll keep them happy for days, then when they’re bored of the boxes the presents will still be there. Leave ‘em be.”
He shook his head with a little laugh. “Alright. I guess that’s why they call it Boxing Day.”
© Kari Fay
(Author’s Note: I have so far managed to write one Christmas card and buy one present… so I’m struggling to find the time and inspiration to write right now! But, I do have plans for a couple of thematic serials which hopefully you should see soon. All going to plan, the first one will begin on Christmas Day.)