Well, Here We Are Again

It only seems like yesterday when we were last gathered round to write our festive cards …….

……. yet, here we are yet again.  A little older, a little wiser, and Nigel’s writing not that much improved.

It’s an evening of not a little emotion as we all think of our much loved family and friends and what they mean to us. We try to tell them throughout the year but Christmas is that special time when “ ….it pores out of all our orifices” as Nigel so succinctly put it.  I am not too sure about his choice of words, it sound a little unsavoury, but I do know exactly what he means. 

It’s an evening we all cherish, but it does leave us a tad exhausted as the last enveloped is licked and stamp applied, goodness only knows how our beloved Queen must feel after writing all her cards to the Commonwealth and beyond, let along her own rather large family. However it’s  does give us the perfect excuse to go to bed on one of Darrell’s pungent potent festive cocktails as a night cap …… as Annie Lennox is oft heard to warble “Sweet dreams are made of these!”