Christmas, as everyone knows, is all about EATING.
In the Magnon household, it is traditional to make our own Yuletide cake, and Lady M always does the honours.
This (above) is the mud-pie stage; when the mixture is spooned into its special spring-loaded baking tin. Wishes are made, extra brandy is added (whilst Lady M's back is turned), and prayers are said, so that it neither explodes nor ends up as hard as rock.
The beast spends most of the afternoon baking at something like 140 C, whilst that wonderful aroma of home cooked cake wafts around the house.
About 4 hours later it is removed, tapped, sniffed, and prodded. Verdicts are given, and more brandy added. Unfortunately we now have to wait another two weeks before we take the first slice; by which time it will be covered with marzipan, plastic reindeer, and a miniature snowman.
Well, you have to do things properly; don't you!