As I sip my warm gingerbread latte and feel the warmth and flavour of the syrup come through to my senses, I gaze out of the window. Snow billows down and swarms amongst agitated shoppers (what Scrooges), heaving bags of presumably Christmas presents, as they fight their way along the pavement. I sigh contently. It's just the start of the festive season, with the fairy lights, trees, Christmas music and most importantly spending time with family and friends.
"Come on!" my best friend Laura says, as I drink the last bits of the coffee. "I need to get my family their presents." And she lugs her bag over her shoulder and rushes towards the exit of Starbucks.
There's always one niggling question every year... Since when was Christmas supposed to be rushed?
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A Christmas Coffee
Teen FictionA lovely little festive story about a girl and her experiences of Christmas. It comes in three parts, enjoy. :) x
