I would like all of you to imagine Percy with a streak of flour across his cheek, blue icing on his nose, giddy like a four-year-old-dancing through the kitchen baking and decorating lovely blue Christmas biscuits.
his apron is inside out, the tag sticking up on the front, there’s sprinkles everywhere and his mother has given up trying to contain the mess.
in the background, santa baby is playing, and Percy sings along with vigour.






















