That'll be Christmas

The kids have been forced outside to walk the dog and play with icicles until their feet turn blue and they run all the way home.

Nana Alice has made cheese and onion tart. And Mince pies.

The fire is roaring away.

Mrs Smith is taking her first sip of Prosecco. I've just opened a particularly fine Organic ale from Sam Smith and I'm about to make some cookies for Santa.

That'll be Christmas.