After all the worries that he might not turn up (principally put in Jamie's mind by Mummy and Daddy after bouts of unreasonable behaviour), Santa Claus did eventually arrive at our house last night.But he did take his time.
First, Jamie and I put magic stardust down for Rudolph. And we waited.
Next, we laid on a tumbler of Bushmills and a mince pie for Santa, and a carrot for (a very spoilt) Rudolph. And still they didn't appear. 
And even shouting up the chimney had no immediate effect.
But all's well that ends well - particularly when you get to open your baby sister's presents as well as your own.
Have a great day.
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