We Whites have just returned from a somewhat bizarre mass nativity play at a local church in which everyone (i.e. you didn't have to be a child - there were two women in it almost as old as me) was invited turn up in costume and play whatever part they wished.
This obviously provided an ideal opportunity for Jamie to get a third and final wear out of his Wise Man outfit - so up on stage he went.
Not only that, he got to deliver his first ever line through a microphone when he informed the packed audience that he'd brought the baby Jesus some myrrh. (He hadn't).
And, of course, Charlotte was there too although, as an elf, she didn't get to perform much.
This was in contrast to her cousin Holly (below centre) who was quite magnificent as an angel.
The kids are now having tea. After baths and the inevitable battle to get them into their scratchers, it will be time to wait for his nibs.
In the meantime let me wish you and yours the very merriest of Christmases.
And genuine thanks for continuing to even occasionally read this rubbish.
UPDATE 1943
Magic stardust deposited in back garden...
...brandy, cake and carrot left by the chimney...
...it's over to you know who.
