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“Button? Oh, I called her Holly. She was dashing about all morning here—clearly lost. Then she curled up at my feet, poor thing. So I popped her in the car to keep her from freezing,” the man smiled… “Tammy, how can you be so unlucky? I’ve always told you—Vince is no good for you!” her mother scolded. Tamara stood, head bowed. Though she was only thirty-seven, she felt like a schoolgirl who’d brought home a failing grade. She couldn’t help but feel bitterness and sorrow—for herself, her failed marriage, and her little daughter. Right before the most magical time of year, they’d been left without a father figure. “I’m leaving you,” Victor had mumbled that evening, carelessly. She barely understood what he meant at first. “Leaving for where?” Tammy asked automatically, as she set a steaming bowl of borscht in front of him. “Oh Tammy, you’re just not all there. You don’t get serious things! How have I even lived with you all these years?” Victor rolled his eyes melodramatically. Before she could clarify, he explained in detail: “I can’t do this anymore! And your yappy dog doesn’t help. The kid’s always ill, there’s no romance, Tammy. Look at yourself. What have you become?” he finished his tirade. Tamara tried to peer at her frightened reflection in the cupboard glass, but her vision blurred with tears. She remained standing alone in the kitchen. Victor hated tears. He eyed the borscht with longing, stepped away from the table, and began to pack his things… Little Button the dog, sensing trouble, worried at her owner’s feet, whining for comfort. “At least I’ll finally get to rest without that constant howling,” Victor declared, appearing in the doorway with his bag slung over his shoulder. “But Vince—what about Eva?” Tamara whispered, imagining how heartbroken their five-year-old would be, peacefully sleeping in her room. “Figure something out! You’re the mum,” he snapped, leaving the flat to Button’s mournful whines… Tamara spent the whole night in the kitchen, hugging Button, who gently licked her to console her. She seemed to understand something terrible had happened. Tamara didn’t know how to tell her mum for days. Mum kept ringing, asking how things were, but Tamara would claim all was fine and switch off her phone. “And have you found a new job yet? Because if that no-good Vince leaves, you’ll have nothing to live on,” her mum insisted on a visit. Tamara finally broke down and explained that employers weren’t replying, and Victor had left days ago. Her mother tutted and fussed—she’d always been wary of Victor’s intentions, since he’d never actually married her daughter after five years and a child. “What are you going to do now?” she asked, alarmed. “I’ll think of something… I’ll get a job as a nursery assistant where Eva goes,” Tamara replied bleakly. “You can’t survive on a nursery wage—not with a dog to feed, too,” her mother concluded. She wasn’t keen on animals, especially little fluffy Button, whom Tamara had rescued from the street. She was about to chide Tamara some more when she saw her daughter fighting back tears. “Come on now, don’t cry. I’ll help out. If need be, I’ll look after Eva,” her mother relented… A week passed. Tamara managed to find work and started going to the nursery with Eva, which delighted the girl. “Mummy! Can’t Button come as our helper? Grandma’s tired of walking her, and Button could help you wash the dishes and watch over us at nap time,” Eva grinned. Tamara laughed and hugged her, though her heart ached every time Eva repeated, “Mum, will Dad be back soon? Do you think he’ll make it for Christmas?” Tamara couldn’t bear to tell Eva the truth, inventing a story about a business trip. She tried to call Victor, but he was always “too busy:” “Tammy, let me enjoy my personal life—tell Eva I’m a super-spy on a top-secret mission, I won’t be back for ages. By the way, have you seen my Christmas tie?” She sat for ages, wondering how she’d face Christmas alone—or explain things to Eva. The encounter happened by pure chance. Grandma was taking Eva to the doctor—she was on the mend from a cold—when Victor suddenly appeared. “Daddy! Daddy, you’re back!” Eva squealed. Victor flinched, offered a pale smile, and muttered that he and Mummy wouldn’t be living together anymore, before hurrying away. “Maybe I’ll drop in sometime if I can,” he said as he left. Eva stood stone-faced, whispering, “Please don’t drop in on us anymore.” That evening her fever rose again, and a doctor was soon called. Eva refused to speak or eat, as if her recovery had stopped. “Could be stress-related,” the doctor murmured sympathetically when he heard what had happened. Tamara blamed herself. “I should have told Eva at once—she’s a clever girl, she’d have understood,” she said to her mother, who just shook her head. And then another shock—a few days later, Grandma took Button out for a walk, but without a lead. When she told Button off, the dog bolted in the opposite direction. “Suit yourself! Freeze outside if you must—see how you like it!” she huffed, rushing upstairs to Eva with her medicine. But when Eva learned Button was missing, she refused all food, telling her mother, “I’ll only eat when we find Button again.” “It’s your fault, Tam—she’s all spoiled and out of control. I warned you…” her mother began. “Maybe you should have watched Button instead of lecturing me!” Tamara snapped—unusually angry. Her mother left in offense, so Tamara was once again alone. That night, she wandered the estate searching for Button, returning home shivering and exhausted. Eva woke early: “Mum! I dreamed of a Christmas tree! We decorated it and found Button!” Tamara smiled sadly at the tiny artificial tree on the table. New Year’s Eve was almost here, and they’d done their best to prepare. But Eva was crestfallen—she insisted their tree must be big and real. “Then Button will come back too, like in my dream!” she sobbed. Buying a real tree wasn’t in Tamara’s budget. She phoned her mum for help, but was told, “You care more for that stray than your own mother! Think about that.” Tamara realised there’d be no help from Grandma. At least it was nearly the weekend. Eva, still unwell, stayed in bed. As the house was readied for New Year’s Eve, Eva wept, “There’s no tree, Mummy… And Button won’t come home, just like Daddy…” Tamara soothed her daughter, then asked her kindly neighbour to keep an eye on Eva, and dashed out into the snowy evening. Snowflakes whirled in the bitter air as laughing strangers brushed past. Tamara barely noticed, frantically searching for Button. “Where could you have run off to, little one?” she whispered again and again as she retraced her steps. She suddenly stopped at a small Christmas tree market. A stocky man in a sheepskin coat shuffled near the last few firs. Tamara hesitated. “Need a tree? Only a couple left, special discount,” he offered quickly, clearly eager to get home to his family—maybe his wife had set the table and the kids were peering from the window… A joyful couple scooped up the penultimate tree, leaving just one. “Are you taking it or not? I can help you carry it home,” the man said. Tamara looked despairingly into his eyes; she had no money on her, not enough even at home. She noticed some cast-off branches in the back of his truck. “Could I… have those branches? If you don’t need them?” she murmured. “Of course. Here, let me help,” he replied, passing her a bundle. Tamara, in relief, tried to explain, “My daughter’s poorly. She keeps wishing for a tree, our dog’s gone missing—everything’s just gone wrong, not at all like Christmas…” The man listened with compassion; he’d himself recently been left by his wife, and the holiday was looking empty. Just then, another customer arrived, “Is that tree for sale?” “It’s taken. Try the next stall,” the man replied. Turning to Tamara, he said, “Come on, I’ll help you get that tree home.” Tamara faltered, “But I told you—I have no money…” “I remember,” he said quietly. And then came the most magical moment—just what can only happen as Christmas draws in. He opened the truck—and there on the seat lay Button, fast asleep and bundled in a woolly jumper, slow to realise what was happening. “But—but how did you find Button?” Tamara cried, barely holding back tears. “Button? I’d been calling her Holly! She was out and about here all morning—lost, clearly. She cuddled up by my feet, so I popped her in the car, poor thing,” the man smiled. His name was Paul. He loved animals and got on famously with children. Soon, Tamara’s home felt warm and welcoming as never before. Perhaps it was the magic of Christmas, or perhaps fate had long planned this happy meeting—no one can say for sure. But we do know this: a new family found happiness, and sometimes, even today, the little dog gets called Holly.

Button, you say? I called her Holly. Shes been scampering around here all morningyou can tell straight