All set

So another Christmas Eve is almost ended. Presents wrapped, Baileys poured and a sense of expectation hangs in the air. Harry has set up his iPad to record movement in his bedroom- he has been warned that Father Christmas will not take kindly to spies and just won't visit if he thinks he is being watched.
I wish I was a young child again tonight back to a simple time. I feel far too naïve to be an adult sometimes.
Merry Christmas everyone. X