The following week (on Christmas Eve), Mary and Ken had a meeting in their work, and that meant that I was staying at home with my grandchildren David, Vickie and Katherine. David asked if we could order a takeaway however their parents already prepared foods for them to eat and David was exceptionally not happy as he adored takeaway food. Around 7 p.m., I told the children to go to bed early because we were going out tomorrow. I then thought that I heard Kit calling my name however that didn’t seem to be possible as the last time that I saw Kit; we didn’t leave things off on a good note. It seemed like Kit was trying to lead me somewhere so then I put on my coat (due to it being a very chilly night), and I followed Kit’s voice, and I followed my heart. I want to go back.491Please respect copyright.PENANAhzxUR4Hiib
Meanwhile, while I was following Kit’s voice, Vickie and Katherine noticed that I wasn’t in the house and they called my parents who panicked and quickly called the Police to report me missing.
‘’Oh Margret... Where are you?’’ exclaimed Ken to himself.491Please respect copyright.PENANAz1dP5YvLwP
For around 2 hours, the Police looked almost everywhere for me however they failed to look at one place where I thought for it t be my special place. Katherine was the person that realised where I would be and when she told Ken and Mary, they all quickly drove down and found me sat down on a bench thinking about wanting to go back. Mary ran to me and tightly hugged me as well as her also shouting through tears not to scare her like that again. During this, I heard a familiar voice one more time that made me want to stay there and not go back to helping Santa if it was possible.
‘’Merry Christmas Margret!’’ whispered Kit in my head.
‘’Merry Christmas!’’ I muttered into the air as those faithful words were whisked into the air lost in the atmosphere.491Please respect copyright.PENANAPCq8d8E2Mw
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