What is that I hear tinkling through the air? Why it must be Santa's sleigh bells as he drops the reindeer off (Dashy and Sashy and Dancer and Blitzen, and Roasty, and Chazzy, and Bobby and Mitzen.. etc). Don't worry Santa I'll have them back for the 24th. Bye for now.
Then Alex and I popped the kids upstairs sucking on their bottles of cava bien merci et vous to keep them amused whilst we sweated over a vast hot stove of food.
We had braised red cabbage, brussel sprouts with flaked almonds, mashed swede, roasted carrots, potatoes, parsnips, peas, pigs in blankets, and....chicken.
I'm sorry readers, instead of turkey we had chicken. And instead of a full chicken we bought individual breasts. Well we're working women! What do you want??
Anyway, Mum and Dad delivered the food upstairs to quite intimidating whoops of joy and then we sat down to eat.
Once sated I invited Santa back to sit in the manger to deliver the presents. Everyone was way more content with their gifts than with Frankincense and Myrrh. Especially me with a ladies night kit. Thanks Alex. If only it had some bio oil for the scars of last time...
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