On the way to lunch we dropped in at damiancugley's (my old place) on the way for sherry and mince pies and to survey the damage done to the pond by predators unknown, who came looking for tasty hibernating frog snacks. Disaster! The solar fountain's nowhere to be seen, and the liner has been pulled up and chewed, all the way through in places! Those pesky foxes! It'll have to be rebuilt, with a proper hibernicula and larger, more solid rocks. Not now, though. I know better than to try water-gardening in winter.
Then on to tinyjo's, for an elaborate dinner of goose, roast parsnip and way more pudding than a person could eat. We were late for dinner, and late for Dr Who (we'd been off feeding Teasel) and stayed late, too, drinking and playing cheapass games.
It was, all in all, a very good christmas. But it wasn't entirely a peaceful season of goodwill as two days later I was having the sort of christmas where there's mass lego construction (helicopter and shark!) and family photos (mostly out of sight) and watching Wall-e (surprisingly good) and being jumped on (ow, and ow again) and politely eating too much food and scavenging for The Guardian in a small town.
Also, before we run out of Christmas altogether, here's my nativity scene. If you need explanations, there's some notes on the click-through.