You'd better watch out, you'd better not cry...

As Ferguson is sleeping soundly in his bed upstairs, Father Christmas pays a visit. Despite his bad behavior lately (which is causing me slight concern) his presents lie in wait for the dawn when he wakes. I also understand that there a little small things in his stocking by his bed also.
I had wanted to attend to Christmas 11:30pm service this evening. There was also a family Christmas carol singalong in the village that I would have liked to have gone to.
It's been an emotional day on the whole, coupled with late nights & illness, I hope tomorrow will be as magical as it ought to be.
Merry Christmas xxx