By raj808 on Skatehive
Image by Bianca Van Dijk from Pixabay _ The steam from the macchinetta fills the room with walnut wafts born of bitter rain. I grab a mug from the cupboard. The pot rattles a low thrum as the last of the water shoots up into the pot chamber. It reminds me of the thrum of a steam train. I glance at the roll of silver wrapping paper on the kitchen counter. I dash one sugar into the mug and instinctively reach for a second mug before stopping mid-movement. What am I doing? Coffee… right. Presents… that’s it. There’s Billy and Chloe’s presents to wrap and the usual bottle of Fundador Brandy for my father. The pot starts to whistle quietly as the coffee spits, rattling the lid. I grab the coffee pot from the gas and switch the hob off. The last thing I need is to burn the house down. The radio pipes Classic FM in the dim light from the tree. Gold gilt light reflects stylised snowflakes against the stark white of the kitchen tiles. The sound of Piano and Cello weave their magical dance as th