For those of you too lazy to read, it just so happens that I am too lazy to write. Christmas, although odd and different, was lovely for the most part. We had a little tree, a gingerbread house, a chocolate log and stars and stripes socks. What more could anyone need?

I'm clearly fooling no one, everyone knows Santa's beard is white, not purple, but I've got the ruddiness down to an art form.

Look - real, proper cheese. Every mouthful was bliss, and not a can in site.


Mike is a very talented man. Home made peace cranes decorated our tree. I did some initial folds to help and placed them artfully. Artful placing is a talent that not many people recognise, perhaps erroneously.


British? Us?