Sandra and freda settled down on a warm leather couch by the fire. Bemused, each with a mineral water in hand, they watched as tentacles, ragged clothes, and Nurse Ratched's hat flew past. Come over here, guys, we're better company than that old bag. And listen to the muuuuusic... JennieG glided in, her impish eyes smiling, cloaked in her long thick russet hair and a white lace gown, accompanied by Himself, ever the gentleman. Following them all came a large, dark, fat nosed hairy thing, waddling on a leash made of leather and gumnuts. It sideled up to the fireplace, and settled in for a peaceful nap. It had been hard work, hanging on to that sleigh.


"I told you I saw a wombat" said Freda.

"where have you been, anyway," said Sandra, "away or something?"

JennyG started singing a beautiful aussie Christmas song (is there a lilt of Tamworth in that beat?) and the missiles stopped, the room fell silent, and Sinsull, in her glorious red cape, came and joined the girls.