Seasonal fervour

Can't think of any other word to describe Luca and Mimi's state today. Christmas fervour it was.
There was a glint in their eyes usually only witnessed in gamblers watching their horse cross the finishing line, smack heads scoring a wrap of barely cut stuff or intrinsically religious people about to receive communion.
The long wait is (almost) over.
Just one more extremely long and restless night before the big moment.

Thank you Luca and Mimi and Finn for making Christmas magic for us again. We are reliving adrenaline rushes that we had not experienced since childhood. I can remember that fervour. And the anxiety. And the smell of the mandarins. And the sound of the wrapping paper torn to shreds. And the smell of the tree. And the toys that were so much more than toys. And the smell of Christmas. And the sound of Christmas. And the taste of Christmas.
You make it worth every scarce penny.

Finnzy meanwhile is scratching is bum while pondering Santa's and Rudolph's strange diet of raw carrots, chocolate bar, cookie and milk.

Happy Christmas Leo from Uncle Nic. See you soon little guy.