We are done. The Christmas tree is up, the fridge is full to bursting, presents are wrapped. Turkey is in the cool box ready for the oven later. Stuffing balls are made and sausages are wrapped in bacon.
Father Christmas doesn’t bring presents to our house as there are no small children here and He has lots of other deliveries to make. So all our presents are here now and wrapped and under the tree. Our recipients have a bag each as I can’t be doing with gift tags — either writing them or re-attaching them when they fall off. And realising granny has now got the toffees and the teen has bed socks.
Christmas I am done. You can now come to me.