Catrina watched as, one by one periodically through the evening, the guests who had been invited to come dressed as the sexy days of Christmas, removed their coats and took their peppermint cream. She watched them open it and stand there, looking surprised at the number and the instructions stamped on it: Find your bauble on the big tree. Number —.
She leant provocatively against the wall in her sleigh and snowball bikini as her friend, Sally, took her correctly numbered bauble. Catrina smiled as Sally squealed when she realised that she had a screw bauble (what else?!) and twisted it, unfastening the two halves to find her instructions. As Sally scooted past her, Catrina whispered, ‘Sal, I hope you have a lovely evening.’