The Christmas Eve party buffet has been demolished, and the small ones have calmed down long enough to be able to be peeled off the ceiling and to be put into bed.
Not forgetting of course, to put a drink and a mince pie out for Santa, (and a nice tasty carrot for Rudolph, as he’ll be tired from pulling the sleigh all that way.)
A mince pie, a carrot and a drink of milk.
Well, he’ll probably be getting enough sherry and whatnot. I don’t want to be responsible for his drunk sleigh driving, and to hear that he’s crash landed in someone’s flower beds.
Merry Christmas to each and every one of you!