The older I get, the more easily tired I get, and my ability to consume alcohol becomes less and less. I can almost see the day when I shall do little but sleep, having signed several pledges.
However, Christmas is special, and I throw ALL cautions to the winds; especially with Wills, Kellogg, and the boys (elves) with us.
Opening presents is always the best bit, and the boys had two lots of presents under two different trees. Far too many, of course.
As in all households, the giving of gifts is all important on the 25th; and here is no exception. They flowed thick and fast and included a wonderful Harrods hamper for us (very posh), and an Egg incubator for the whole family. I think Wills sees his future as a midwife/husband to baby chicks.
The Turkey was moist and tasty, the nut roast met with approval, and the Bio Crémant was given the thumbs up!
Still a few days of festivities to go, and we're both coping OK. I probably sound like an old Scrooge, but I'm rather looking forward to the quieter beginning of January.