There was only three of us this year, with Laura being in NZ. But we had various video chats with her over the few days so she didn't feel quite so far away.
Our day starts with a trip through the snow to visit Gran.
Then after opening presents and being fortified with a large glass of sherry, it's home for some fun in the snow.
Throwing (rather icy) snowballs.
Sledging down the farm road which is just a sheet of ice.
While others just numb their bottom on the metal garden chair
and enjoy the view across the virgin snow in the garden - wistfully remembering the years of building snowmen.
Even the Wee Cat joins in and yes, this is that baby boy in the buggy 24 years ago!
Then when every extremity is numb with cold, it's into the kitchen for soup and bread, both homemade by Bob, his Christmas tradition. This year it's Scotch broth and ciabatta, both delish.
Like probably 99% of the rest of the country the afternoon is spent in various states of recline trying not to scoff all the chocolates while the turkey is cooking.
Then candlelit Christmas dinner - yum.
Soon be time to get back to work, but doing nothing just now is just fine.
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