Hazel doesn’t know about Santa Claus, or Father Christmas. She talks about “Santa Christmas”.

The other day: “I can see in the dark because I have gloomy eyes.”

A few days later, with the widest eyes and the happiest smile, holding Where Is The Green Sheep, she said: “I read this all by myself.”

She can only read a few words right now, so she’s remembered the book rather than read it, but the joy behind the smile was a thing of wonder.