Two trees up. About a million family arguments. Fucking outside lights up (working) & then wires arranged (not working) & then taken down 
Choc orange segments eaten. Disappointing lack of popping candy.
One Snowball drunk. Am just fishing out the cherry.
Chinese takeaway about to be ordered. Christmas album on.
AAAANNNNND it's Saturday night. Which means Aramis in his Santi hat & nothing else.
IT'S CHHHHHRRIIISSTTMMASSSSSSSS
Now all I need is that freaking trailer.