‘Christmas is coming and while others ask for toys, books, consoles, games and perhaps clothes, all I want for Christmas is a nicely-wrapped Shay laying on my bed, waiting for me to return home. He’d (after some struggling due to the ties around him) move his finger to tell me to come closer. I’d obviously go to him and take my present with the most gratitude. 😏 Besides, who knows? I might keep it and make good use of it until the end of the year and beyond.’