Vin glanced up at the clock. It would be another hour before he and J.D. were collected from After School Care. They had to come here on Mondays and Wednesdays because their fathers had meetings and Miss Nettie couldn’t collect them. However, school finished this week for the Christmas break and Vin couldn’t wait. Chris was taking the whole week off with him and they were going camping.
The little boy looked down at the picture he was drawing and screwed up his face. Nothing he ever drew turned out the way he saw it in his head. All the other kids were drawing pictures of Santa and a few were drawing the nativity scene. It was true that both of these things represented Christmas, but Vin wanted to draw the Christmas he was hoping for.
The carer, Miss Litton, stopped beside him. “That’s interesting, Vin. Can you explain it to me?”
“That’s my dad. That’s me. That’s Uncle Buck and J.D. That’s Uncle Ezra. That’s Uncle Josiah. That’s Uncle Nathan. And that’s the Christmas tree.”
“Well done.” She patted the top of his head before moving on to look at Christmas drawings by other children.
J.D., seated next to his cousin, glanced over at the family picture. “Where are the horses?”
“Huh?”
“Horses. The horses are going to be there on Christmas Day.”
“Not in the house.”
J.D. giggled and went back to his masterpiece, his tongue sticking out the side of his mouth as he selected another colour and attacked the drawing with vigour.
Miss Litton stopped in front of the youngster and seeing her face twitch, Vin looked over at J.D.’s picture. The child grinned. “Uncle Ezra says that J.D. is an expert at abstract art.”
The carer winked at Vin and whispered, “A real Picasso.” Miss Litton crouched beside J.D. “And what are you drawing, J.D.?
“God.”
The young woman smiled. “But no one knows what God looks like.”
Without missing a beat, J.D. replied, “They will in a minute.”