The presents are bought, sellotape has been wrestled with, the booze is purchased, the batteries have been remembered, the tree is up and still alive, and Poems on the Underground is still providing some festive spirit for furtive last-minute shopping trips:
Thank you, Mister Graves.
All I want now is to relax, watch some telly, open presents and play some games. Although in our house they are not going to be as classy as this (mmmm. tasty.).*
Oh. And eat my bodyweight in chocolate, of course.
Have a splendiferous Christmas, bloggers!
* C/O Be Bop Boy.