Santa's Washing

It's getting to that time of the year, and poor Mrs Christmas is seriously stressed trying to keep up with all Mr Christmas's work schedules, feeding the reindeer, being jolly and still keeping an eye on the elves. So I said I'd help out, and wash Father Christmas's outfit for him. It'll smell nice and fresh ready for Christmas Eve, (he prefers tweed for the rest of the winter, and bermuda shorts in the summer).

Oh and in return, he sent me an early Christmas present in way of a hoovering fairy, who made my floors all clean and sparkly.