Vivian Laverne


Every year on the day before Christmas, Aunt Vivian knocks merrily on the door. When asked where she’s been all year, she insists she never left. Time is just a dimension, Vivian says. Christmastime can be forever, if you want it to be. The children gather around her to hear stories, and she tells them that this dimension is the second-best she’s ever been to. The best one, she leans in and whispers, has way more coconuts in it. The children call her the time-travelling aunt. The grown-ups just call her the travelling aunt, and a quirky coconut.