I'm keeping this short and sweet; we dined shortly after the Queen's Speech at 3.00pm from a groaning table laden with succulent roast goose, clove studded bread sauce, sage and onion stuffing, spiced cranberry sauce, chipolatas, bacon rolls, roast potatoes and brussel sprouts and chestnuts.
My fingers are so fat, I'm using a chopstick to type.
Thank you to all of my seasonal salonistas who sent me presents, you made it the best Christmas ever.
Hoisting the Quality Street torch - I declare Christmas open.
Santa's favourite, pecan smothered red velvet cake, he had two slices.
As the husband tucked into one of his favourites, I quietly torched the mistletoe. The jar may say come hither but the ensuing swampy fish breath says 'get thee hence'.
Round to the neighbour's for a bit of a festive do.
Oops, pulled a Christmas cracker with mum and she almost fell - still she won, there's life in the old dame yet. She'll do anything for a red paper hat and a corny joke.
46 years later and we're still in red and white.
As Topol sang "Tradition!"
Hope yours is going with a seasonal swing!