It was Christmas afternoon. John stretched on the sofa and looked around. Captain Flint was taking forty winks in the corner. Bridget was chivvying Titty, Roger and Daddy in to some wildness. Roger looked a bit green from overindulging at dinner, but Titty and Daddy plunged in. Mother and Mrs Blackett were laughing together.
A noise came from the hall, and he saw Nancy beckoning him over. He went out, and just had time to remember that the hall was where the mistletoe was before she kissed him with her characteristic fierceness.
"Merry Christmas, Commodore," She smiled.
"Merry Christmas, Captain"