Read by Max Berendt
“Oh dearie – this is for your birthday and Christmas.”
Lee smiled awkwardly at his nan as she waved a parcel at him. This was just typical of her, the tight old crone. Boxing Day was a completely distinct day to the twenty-fifth – there was no reason at all why she couldn’t fork out for two different presents.
“Thanks Nan,” he replied, as sincere as he could make it. And just when he felt he couldn’t get any more disappointed, he unwrapped his present to reveal a hideous itchy blob of an oversized woollen jumper.