As days goes, it was a good one.
In no particular order there was beer on tap, Champagne on ice, cricket in the park, an afternoon stroll, Mum's famous pudding, so much good food, homemade bon bons.
The Potato's were roasted in duck fat, the Turkey was wrapped in Panchetta & the Pork crackling was a triumph.
Most of us snuck in a kip at some stage & nobody had to rush off anywhere.
The kids played with their new toys, did chalk drawings on the pavement, blew bubbles in the park & when it got dark (& it was way past bedtime) out came the sparklers.
It was a long, lazy & indulgent day surrounded by my favourite people - a Merry Christmas indeed.