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.