Merry Christmas!

The stockings have been hung, and Father Christmas has stuffed those two stockings within an inch of their lives (every trick in the book was used to get the contents in - removing packaging, stabbing holes in packaging to squeeze all the air out, repacking, clipping items to the stocking, hanging things over the edge, filling the pencil cases with things to poke out the top...)

He has also constructed a set of monkey bars in the garden, drunk a glass of water, eaten two home-made mince pies (and left behind a thank-you note and a trail of fine red glitter-dust) and placed the parcels beneath the tree. And now he's too tired to quilt, and is heading off to bed before either child (most likely Eleanor) appears for a midnight glass of water or a cuddle and wonder...

Merry Christmas to all

                and to all a good night!