Oh happy days! I have photos of the event!
This lovely little straw goat is a Christmas icon of Sweden. We've named him Beryl.
Dad, Kevin and I begin the decorating.
My father, being by far the tallest of the group, put the highest decoration on.
Yep. This one. The hand-painted glass one that shattered quite nicely when the tree fell.
Every good tree needs candy-canes.
Galahad imagines himself a mountain lion hidden in the firs....
Gingerbread house time! I'm the architect, Kevin is the builder, and my father is, apparently, the foreman.
"No you fools! It's supposed to look like this!"
Instructions are for losers.... and we like being messy!
The roof kept sliding off, so I had to hold it there.
Ta-dah! The world's most haphazard gingerbread house!
Meanwhile, the world's loveliest Jasmine slaved away cooking.
And what a delight she created!
I'm not entirely sure why I got the honours of carrying it in, since it was Jasmine's wondrous contribution, but... "Ta-dah! The turkey is here!"
The happy feasters....
... and Kevin....
And, of course, there is the obligatory group photo.
And with the cats.
All in all, a most wonderful evening. I cannot wait for the carolling on the 20th to commence!
That's it from me. I hope you are all well. Take care.