Charade

After a very quiet morning (apart the ritual cries of greeting with my sister over the telephone) we headed across the Links for a family Christmas with our pals.

Mum cooked up a delicious feast. Dad was silent but deadly in terms of replenishing the glasses. Son #1 was totally cool, as his age demands. Son #2 was on top form, in spite of his difficulty with performing charades (can you tell what it is yet?)

Ho, ho, ho!