"Joe's mum crept into the bedroom to check if he was asleep. He was. Still clutching the tractor with the motorbike squashed against his cheek, Joe slept on. As she drew the curtain against the brightness of the moonlight she put her hand on Neddy's head and tweaked his ear. Neddy rocked ever so slightly and even though she thought she had made him rock, this comforted her and made her spirits rise. Feeling better now she went back to the living room and reached for a paper and pen. Time to write a Christmas List and see what to do about it all. Now, if it were a Wish List instead what would be on it? Thinking this her gaze caught the little snowstorm in a glass ball on top of the television. Funnily enough it was only last Christmas that Joe had spotted it in a nearby charity shop and insisted on having it although it was not really a toy and certainly not suitable for children aged under three years, as it stated underneath.
Not to be deterred, Joe resorted to his latest public exhibition which was kicking. Whisked out of the shop in a trice and told he was not having anything now, Joe's mum strapped him back into his chariot, the pushchair as she called it , and took him straight home. and that would have been that, only his Grandma turning up later that day and oblivious to Joe's recent display reached into her bag and said "Look what I found for you Joe!" Don't you just love it - and look what it does!" Grandma shook the glass ball and the little tree inside seemed to glow and sparkle with the falling snow. On the very top of the tree a tiny star shimmered and caught the light. Joe did love it and took it bed that night.
"And guess what else I found while I was buying the snowstorm" exclaimed Grandma all exited and impatient to tell. "A rocking horse - it will be perfect in Joe's room over by the window and it can be his Christmas present from me!"
Joe's mum remembered it all now as she took the little snowstorm from the television top and gave it a shake. Again she felt a strange comfort in doing so and replacing it, she went back to her list.'
There we are!! we are into the story folks!! and the magic too - more tomorrow and until then big Love Wonka XX
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