The Best Little Christmas Shop

I lifted my gaze and looked at her through my slightly overlong fringe. She waved her piping bag at me.

‘What? Just because I’m married doesn’t mean I’m not allowed to observe beautiful things. In fact, it’s good for the soul. I just read an article on it. So?’

‘So, what?’

Giselle squirted her piping bag at me so that a blob shot out and landed on my face.

‘Oi!’

‘Answer then!’ She giggled as I felt around my cheek for the icing with my finger, found it, and ate it.

‘What do you want me to say?’

‘He said you had a nice chat and that you were quite the Santa’s Little Helper.’ She quirked a brow that was shaped, coloured, and tamed to within an inch of its life, yet still looked entirely natural. I made a mental note to drop into the local beauty salon and have a tidy-up.

‘I’d say a chat was overstating it a little, and I wasn’t being “Santa’s Helper”, little or otherwise.’ I flicked some icing back at her. ‘There was no way that teddy bear’s head was going to stay attached to its body for very much longer. I’ve repaired enough of my own – and my brothers’ kids’ toys – to know when immediate action is required. Plus, have you seen George? Can you imagine how heartbreaking that face would be as he watched his teddy’s head fall off and roll into the road, only to be flattened by a passing car!’

Giselle was looking at me aghast. ‘Well, for goodness’ sake, don’t say that in front of him! I’m upset just thinking about it.’

‘Sorry. Anyway, it’s not going to happen. It’s all secured now.’

‘He is a cutie, though. I agree.’

‘Cal?’

Giselle raised an amused eyebrow. ‘I was referring to George but if you like …’

‘No. Carry on.’

‘To be honest, both of them are. There’s definitely been a clamour of play date requests since he moved to the village.’

‘He is a sweet little boy and seems very well mannered too.’

‘True. But I think the parent is a fair bit of the draw to be honest. A few of the mothers have been quite put out when his childminder has taken him instead, and I got a death glare once when I turned up with him. The woman tried to cover it up but not quite quick enough.’

‘You took him to a play date?’

‘Yes.’

‘Wow. Cal must really trust you. George fell asleep in the shop and I offered to carry him the few steps to the car whilst he took the shopping and he practically bit my head off.’

Giselle tilted her head a little and pushed out her bottom lip. ‘Yes, he did mention that. Felt quite bad about it, I think.’

I waved the comment away with my piping bag. ‘It’s fine. He apologised. It just shows how much he must value you to trust his son with you like that.’

‘Well, I guess we’ve got to know him quite well since he moved here. At first, he wouldn’t accept any invites but I can be quite persistent.’

‘No!’ I did a mock shock expression and Giselle squinted one eye and aimed her piping bag at me. I hid behind a naked gingerbread man.

‘Anyway!’ she said, grinning. ‘Eventually he gave in and now he comes over for dinner a fair bit. George will snuggle up on the sofa with Sophia and is usually asleep within moments of his bedtime.’

Sophia was Xander and Giselle’s incredibly cute cockapoo and was quite possibly the laziest dog in the world, so the fact that she would snag an opportunity to lie anywhere with another warm body didn’t surprise me at all.

I lowered my biscuit shield. ‘He did say something about not being used to people being nice or something. What was that all about?’

‘Had a bit of a rough childhood, from what I can gather.’ Xander’s deep tones drifted through moments before he followed them in his socked feet.

I let my friends have their moment of greeting as I concentrated on giving my latest creation a matching stripy hat, mittens, and wellies.

‘All right, Muppet?’ Xander said, and bopped a kiss on my temple. ‘They look good.’

He reached his hand down towards the biscuit in front of me and I gently elbowed him away.

‘Come on, just one.’

‘No. They’re for the shop. Plus your beautiful wife has made something delicious for dinner and you’ll spoil your appetite.’

I knew for a fact that this was unlikely. Xander and I had been best friends since literally the day we were born and he’d been a dustbin from day one. It still amazed me thirty-odd years later that he could pack food away and not be the size of a house.

‘She won’t mind.’

‘Yes, “she” will!’ Giselle looked up from the pan she was now stirring, one hand on her hip.

Xander threw me an “oops” glance. ‘Maybe after dinner then,’ he conceded, winking at Giselle. ‘Where’s the dog?’

‘Asleep on my feet under the table. At least I’m assuming that’s what’s keeping them warm.’

Xander bent down. ‘Yep. Honest to God. I think we got a cock-a-sloth by mistake. I’m supposed to be greeted by a happy little dog, pleased to see me after I’ve had a long, hard day at work.’

‘You’ve hardly been down the mines,’ I said, concentrating on piping a smile.

‘He’s a tough boss,’ Xander replied, purposely nudging me.

I sat back in the chair and fixed him with a look.

‘Oh dear, look at that. Can’t really sell that one, can you?’ Before I could move the gingerbread man was headless and half devoured.

I switched my look to Giselle. ‘Honestly, I don’t know how we put up with him.’

‘Think yourself lucky you’re not married to him.’

I did a theatrical shiver and Xander flicked me on the ear my hair was tucked behind.

‘OK. Ow!’

‘Honestly, I really hope this baby is a boy. I need some backup around here.’ He pulled out a chair next to Giselle who had now sat back down opposite me and he placed his hand on the ever-growing bump. I watched for a moment and then lowered my eyes back to my task. Even though these two were like family, I still felt a little intrusive in such moments and rather like one of the big, fat gooseberries Giselle currently had thawing in a bowl, destined for some delicious culinary fate.

‘Right. That’s the last one,’ I said, putting the final biscuit on the tray and standing up to lift it.