With that Alice got up placed Dana’s hurt leg on the stool she had just been sitting on and then sat on Dana’s good leg. 

“Well my dad was always in and out of my life through out the early years before finally leaving me and my mom when I was seven.  So the earliest memory I have of him and probably the only happiest memory of him was the Christmas when I was three.  The weeks leading up to Christmas I was plaguing my parents for a red bike.  Do or die I wanted this bike nothing to the fact that I couldn’t even cycle a bike I just wanted one.  Now Dad was a salesman so he’d often be travelling around the state, so every week on his travels he would be looking out for a red bike.  He and mom had decided that it would best getting me a tricycle so that I could sit on it and not have to worry about falling off or injuring myself.  But do you think they could find as suitable little red trike for their angel.  Week after week they tried to get to change my mind and ask Santa for something else but to no avail their little demon wanted a red bike and that’s that” grinned Alice

“And did the little demon get what she asked for?” an engrossed Dana asked enjoying the way Alice was telling her story.

“Well Milton (call her father by name) finally found a suitable tricycle with only a week to go to the festive holiday.  And sure enough on Christmas morning under the tree there was my red trike and I was the happiest little girl in the world.  My mom never told me this story until I was about nineteen or twenty it was then that I realised that Dad loved me, I mean he must have if he went to all that trouble to please his little angel.  I have never forgiven him for leaving us but at least I know he loved me.  So that’s my Christmas memory for you my sweet”

“How could he not love you Alice, I bet you were a terror when you were a kid but I also bet you were the cutest terror on the block” spoke Dana while caressing Alice’s cheek and leaning in for a kiss.