Carols in the Park

I spent the day getting stuck into Christmas cooking.
Put mazipan on the cake to ice tomorrow, made a pudding of sorts (I cheated and added extra goodies to a bought one according to a recipe I found), made mince tarts and shortbread to freeze and a sponge which, as usual, is "good enough for a trifle" as my mother used to say. It certainly wouldn't do for anything else.

Then this evening we went to Carols in the park at Wentworth Falls with the grandchildren.

The extra is more evidence that a 4 year old boy will make a gun out of anything, even the things they gave him to wave while singing about peace and joy.