Well, it’s the 1st of December again and time to find out what the boys will be doing at Christmas this year. (Inspired by a conversation I had with archie, Kismet, Tiff and KK, and by the antics which take place at this time of year in my daughter's house.)
It was December 1st. Six o' clock in the morning. Biggles yawned and stretched. After a moment's hesitation he decided he might as well get up. He paid a visit to the bathroom and then stumbled into the living room. He was just about to sit down in his chair to light a cigarette when he stopped and stared. Sitting on the hearthrug was an elf. Not a real live elf, but a toy one. He'd seen them, in various guises, in the windows of various shops recently and hadn't given them any thought, thinking it was just another must-have craze for kids to pester their parents for.
This particular one was one of the nicer looking elves, with bright clothes and a cheerful smile. It sat on the rug and held a sign which read "Let the mayhem begin '. Beside it, were four advent calandars, (Fortnum and Mason), four pairs of pyjamas (blue with a snowman motif) and four Christmas sweaters (Red, with Rudolph and his red nose).
He sat down in his chair, and fumbled for his cigarettes, not taking his eye off the little tableau in front of him.
Okay, take it away!!!