I used to love being woken up by the kids at some ungodly hour to be told that Santa had been - and then watching the happy looks on their faces as they opened the presents. Whatever they got made them grin and they then spent ages figuring out which toy to take to morning mass with them.

It is quite sad when they figure out it is mum and dad who put the prezzies under the tree after and decide that the best thing to take to church with them is a walkman!

Still enjoy groaning under the weight of a huge Christmas dinner, complaining that I cannot eat another thing and then having another chocolate ginger or two washed down with a glass of single malt....:-)

Dave the greedy little Gnome