CLOVER SEES RED AND…
Red, green, silver, and gold. They were the only colours you could see around the house at this time of the year.
The Christmas tree was shining brightly in the sun like a diamond, and the sound of joyful Christmas Carols could be heard right down the street.
“Fa la la-la, la, la, la, laa.” Everyone was singing merrily around the table, while I was sitting on a bumpy, rustic chair, eagerly waiting to eat my lunch. Salty, crunchy pork crackling melted like butter in my mouth.
The smell of pine needles filled my nostrils, and… ACHOO! I hate hayfever.