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down.’ He takes Minnie round the waist and pulls, but she’s hooked her legs through the seat and is gripping on to the sleigh with superhero strength.
    ‘Could you get her off, please?’ the elf says, with barely restrained politeness.
    I grab Minnie’s shoulders.
    ‘OK,’ I mutter to Luke. ‘You get the legs. We’ll yank her off. After three. One-two-three—’
    Oh no. Oh … fuck.
    I don’t know what happened. I don’t know what we did. But the whole bloody sleigh is collapsing. All the presents are falling off the sleigh on to the fake snow. Before I can blink, there’s a sea of children dashing forward to grab them while their parents yell at them to come back now , Daniel, or there won’t be any Christmas.
    It’s mayhem.
    ‘Present!’ wails Minnie, stretching her arms out and kicking Luke’s chest. ‘Present!’
    ‘Get that bloody child out of here!’ the elf erupts in toxic rage. Her eyes range meanly over me and Mum, and even Janice and Martin, who have appeared out of nowhere, both wearing festive jumpers with reindeers on and clutching Christmas Discount Shop bags. ‘I want your whole family to leave at once.’
    ‘But it’s our turn next,’ I point out humbly. ‘I’m really, really sorry about the reindeer, and we’ll pay for any damage …’
    ‘Absolutely,’ Luke chimes in.
    ‘But my daughter’s been longing to see Father Christmas …’
    ‘I’m afraid we have a little rule,’ the elf says sarcastically. ‘Any child who wrecks Santa’s sleigh forfeits their visit. Your daughter is hereby banned from the Grotto.’
    ‘Banned?’ I stare at her in dismay. ‘You mean—’
    ‘In fact, all of you are banned.’ She points at the exit with a purple-lacquered nail.
    ‘Well, that’s a fine Christmas spirit!’ retorts Mum. ‘We’re loyal customers and your sleigh was obviously very poorly made, and I’ve a good mind to report you to Trading Standards!’
    ‘Just go.’ The elf is still standing there, her arm extended rigidly.
    In total mortification, I take the handles of the buggy. We all trudge out in miserable silence, to see Dad rushing up in his waterproof jacket, his greying hair a bit dishevelled.
    ‘Did I miss it? Have you seen Father Christmas, Minnie darling?’
    ‘No.’ I can hardly bear to admit it. ‘We were banned from the Grotto.’
    Dad’s face falls. ‘Oh dear. Oh, love.’ He sighs heavily. ‘Not again.’
    ‘Uh-huh.’
    ‘How many is that now?’ asks Janice, with a little wince.
    ‘Four.’ I look down at Minnie, who of course is now standing holding Luke’s hand demurely, looking like a little angel.
    ‘What happened this time?’ asks Dad. ‘She didn’t bite Santa, did she?’
    ‘No!’ I say defensively. ‘Of course not!’
    The whole biting-Santa-at-Harrods incident was a complete misunderstanding. And that Santa was a total wimp. He did not need to go to A&E.
    ‘It was me and Luke. We wrecked the sleigh, trying to get her off a reindeer.’
    ‘Ah.’ Dad nods sagely and we all turn glumly towards the exit.
    ‘Minnie’s quite a livewire , isn’t she?’ ventures Janice timidly after a while.
    ‘Little rascal,’ says Martin and tickles Minnie under the chin. ‘She’s quite a handful!’
    Maybe I’m feeling oversensitive. But all this talk of ‘handfuls’ and ‘rascals’ and ‘livewires’ is suddenly pressing on my sore spot.
    ‘You don’t think Minnie’s spoiled , do you?’ I say suddenly and come to an abrupt halt on the marble mall floor. ‘Be honest.’
    Janice inhales sharply. ‘Well,’ she begins, glancing at Martin as though for support. ‘I wasn’t going to say anything, but—’
    ‘Spoiled?’ Mum cuts her off with a laugh. ‘Nonsense! There’s nothing wrong with Minnie, is there, my precious? She just knows her own mind!’ She strokes Minnie’s hair fondly, then looks up again. ‘Becky, love, you were exactly the same at her age. Exactly the same.’
    At once I relax. Mum always says the right