Christmas day has only been slightly marred by having to set the alarm at 3am this morning to try to outwit a teen son who was determined to prove that Santa doesn't exist. The plan slightly backfired whilst, (a few Veuve Clicquots down the hatch), the intrepid elves were nearly caught red handed blundering around the house placing Santa gifts and stockings here and there. This clearly woke said sleeping waifs and just as our heads hit the pillow again ready for a just and rightful snooze, the small people had snagged their swag and were up and ready to start opening. Needless to say they were sent packing till at least an hour with a more decent chance of the sun actually having risen.
A beautifully brined Xmas turkey later and presents unpacked (mine will be trotting hot foot back to Prada as am thinking 1970's fabric belts are not on the cards for at least another few seasons), it's time for family games and a snooze by the fire - bliss! Merry Christmas to all.
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