Always Room for Christmas Pud

It was just like any other regular day at primary school. It was the dying days of Term Four, and as lunchtime was drawing to a close and the harsh Australian sun was burning the necks of children who had forgotten their legionnaire hats, Broden was dominating the Grade Ones at four square, Mark was faking a sick tum in the sick bay, and Zach was doing a big poo. But that afternoon, something amazing happened. The boys’ Grade Three teacher, Mrs Upton, read a storybook to the class. It was a...