Christmas Eve...

A misty drive to a beautiful village on the Rhein. A leisurely wander down the main street, window shopping for impractical but tempting goodies. Hot chocolate and toasties is a quaint little tea shop full of funky moving art. An afternoon roasting turkey and 'slave-driving' the kids into peeling potatoes. A delicious well received turkey dinner - crackers pulled - jokes groaned at - obligatory paper hats worn! Christmas Eve pyjamas unwrapped - and duly worn while eating desert (elastic waistbands rock according to Princess!).

Now it is time for the stockings to be hung on the ends of beds and for those who believe in the magic of Christmas, the young and the old - and those in denial! - to head up the wooden hill to bed.

Merry Christmas my friends and to all a good night...happy dreaming x