The red sack of trickles' falling down my chimney.

Oh Gollypickles, it is Christmas. (And I do sound very calm when I wrote)
Santa's big fat red buttocks got stuck in my chimney, that's why my presents were late.

People should wrap their presents - I miss that tearing-up-the-wrapper feeling.

I'll post up photographs when they're done. This year's Christmas was very different - I put more heart into it.

I've got a Thomas Edison idea this time round.

Sewing up a Chirstmas stocking and painting Alphabets to make them look like Numbers.