They were all there: a group of semi-related, semi-friendly people, stuck with each other against their will at the Christmas table, keeping up appearances, pretending to be a one big happy family.
Awkward silence seemed the be the only companion for all.
Suddenly, a 4-year old Nick pointed at the window: 'Look at the moon! Can we please go and see the moon?
In an instant, that sounded like the best idea ever.
Even the 85-year old Matilda went outside, not bothering to look for a pair of matching gloves.
They were all there: staring at the huge satellite, not talking, waiting for magic to happen.
And it did.
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