We spied some antlers in Dawley as we were looking for hair bands. Esme decided she wanted a pair. Bradley thought they were, "too girlish." So we went into Town to check on some other bits of pre-Xmas shopping and to see if there were any more antlers. We asked in every likely shop, as by then Bradley was very keen on the idea of antlers. But none were suitable. We ended back in the first shop with a pair with bells on.

To see them both running off playing reindeers and to listen to Bradley's jingling—ah, to be a kid again.

However, too many people laughed. The next day Bradley wouldn't wear his. Esme was nervous too and told me that people were laughing at her. I replied, "not laughing at, laughing with." This seemed to allay their fears and more jingling and galloping playing was had by all, plus smiles from passers-by.