Well, one more sleep until Christmas. Tonight someone will come and fill your stockings and while I’m hoping that it’s Santa Claus carrying that out, maybe it’s your husband/boyfriend/son trying on your clothes while you’re asleep. Either way when you wake up in the morning there’s a good chance that there’ll be presents waiting for you, along with a hangover and a bacon sandwich.
That’s what I’m hoping for anyway.
I hope that both of my readers enjoy their Chrimble offerings and that everyone has a good time with their families and friends. Christmas is about getting loads of presents that you don’t need, drinking too much, stuffing your faces full of under/over-cooked food and arguing among yourselves and don’t let anyone tell you that there’s a religious alternative.