It’s the night before Christmas, and all through the house not a creature is stirring, not even a mouse.
Pudding saw to that.
Merry Christmas, everyone, everywhere! We’re celebrating, tonight, with fresh-baked bread, bitter hot cocoa, documentaries, sock-knitting, and lots of each other. I hope that wherever you are and whatever you’re doing, you’re as happy as we are, now and throughout the coming year.