We have a useless space in the house that they’ve turned into a playroom. I can hear them laughing from my office. From the bottom of the stairs, I shout:
– Are you having fun with your Christmas presents?
– Huh?! Well, no!
– So what are you doing?
– We’re reading in the hut!
They had built a cardboard maze with corridors lit by bicycle nightlights, back doors, an opening roof and a desk lamp for the central space. Everything is furnished with old blankets, on which they lie down to read comics.
That’s happiness.