My topsy-turvy life

By Rathmandu

Twas the night before Christmas

Aaron didn't seem convinced as I explained to Owen that we should remember to leave Father Christmas, and his beautiful lady wife, a welcome gift of homemade mince pies and glasses of Icelandic birch liqueur, not forgetting of course a carrot for the reindeer.

...Chrisrmas morning all that was left was a stub of carrot, a couple of birch twigs and some crumbs!

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