Tonight Bern and I took the kids for a walk around Bannockburn. I still find it slightly disconcerting that the days are so hot yet there is snow on the mountains.
When we eventually got home it was down to the business of the Santa offering. Grace spent about an hour drawing pictures to decorate the tray, and about another half an hour trying to decide what Santa might like to eat and drink. Daddy suggested Santa might appreciate a really cold beer, while Mummy thought he might like a nice glass of milk. Strangely enough, I seem to recall that last year, when we had Christmas at Nethercote, Rosco felt very strongly that Santa would like a whiskey to warm him up while he made his deliveries...
Not surprisingly, she was in bed as quick as a wink tonight, after first laying out her Santa sack. I wonder what we'll coax her to bed with after tonight? We can hardly keep using the old 'Santa doesn't come to little girls who don't go to bed without fussing' line once the big bloke delivers the goods.
