And this takes all morning as it is delicate work.
Max’s Christmas decoration is three nappy pins joined together.
He thrusts it into the tree but the branches bend. Other decorations fall down. The tinsel is annoying, it annoys his eyelashes. More things fall. He does not blink and he does not mind, things falling are not his concern.
He kneels on top of the nativity, he does not notice that the whole nativity has toppled, the pieces stare upwards into his concentration.
The room is filled with concentration, Christmas has gone quiet. He has chosen a superb place for the nappy pins to hang, the lowest branch but the lowest branch, although looking solid will not support his clutching fervent hands or his loud breathing. He falls, the pins fall, an angel and three green baubles fall, then some purple tinsel falls with a sigh and he stares at the purple for a long time.
Max is not perturbed, the branch is still there, the pins are still there, the work can continue.
He thrusts the pins onto the lowest branch over and over and suddenly, they stay there. He sits back, regards them steadily. But he is unimpressed. He pulls them off and hurls them to the floor, they make a noise, faint, the faint noise of pins falling to the floor when they are joined together. He picks them up and shakes them, and again, and again. Now there is new work to do.
He turns his back to the Christmas tree.
Beautiful, Kerry
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