Merry Christmas, Awimbers.

If there had been a lion having a doze with the donkeys when Jeez was born, then the angels could have sung:

Awimb-away in a manger.

I'll get my coat. It's freezing here.

Here's wishing all of you, your families and friends, cats and hounds the very merriest of Christmases.

Puddle Paws got a huge cardboard box in front of he burner, with hinged windows cut into the sides like a giant advent calendar, through which he eats cubes of finest, yellow fin sashimi. Still takes it for granted, obv.

Let's have peace on earth, goodwill to all men, everyone playing at their bests and no more sodding injuries.