Sudden streaks of sunlight filtered through the trees. Pete
pouredhimselfanothercuppaasBilly’svoicewailedfromthe
treehouse“Hedidn’tcome!Pete!Pete!”
“SillyBilly”comfortedRobyn“useyourbrainsSantacouldnt
climb up the tree - his tummy would get in the way. Here, put
yourcleanclothesonandgoscoutaroundbelowSantawon’t
haveforgottenyouI’msure”
Petestoodatthefootofthetree“Carefulnipper- take it easy -
too quick and you'll fall! Too late! Billy lost his grip and fell into
his brother’sstrongarms
“SillyBilly”saidPetetouslinghishair“MerryChristmas”
Billy squirmed away with a shout of delight as he spied the
presents“RobbiePete!Look!Look!”hespreadthesleepingbag
out - sat on it and began pulling out some toys.
“Whathaveyougotthere?” asked Robyn as she climbed down
from the tree.
“ItsaysBilly”announcedBillyexcitedlyholdingthestockingup
“Santacanspellmynamesee!”Billyspreadthetoysaroundhim
talking all the time. Smiling with amusement - Peter and Robyn
sat sipping their tea.
“front-endloader!Icanbuildapondforduckie”exclaimedthe
little boy.
“Don’tforgetyourbreakfast”calledRobyn“andrememberwe
haveapartytogototoday”
“Whosebirthdayisit?”demandedBillywhose only experience of
parties had been birthdays.
