Admittedly, I had to get up at bastard-early o’clock so we could go to the sorting office and pick up my LibraryThing secret santa present, but for the first time ever in the world we didn’t have to queue, and they didn’t take forever and a day to find my package. So it could have been worse.
And then Pete buggered off to work, affording me the opportunity of snuggling up with Dini and a blanket on the sofa and cracking on with my book. Which took up most of the day. I cooked little sausage rolls, and ate little sausage rolls, and generally lounged about the place. I even managed to quell my lethargy-guilt by doing the washing up and tidying a bit before collapsing back underneath my book.
And then Pete came home and we watched The Polar Express which was really, really good and slighty creepy (Pete enjoyed the Steven Tyler elf). As it was officially Christmas we decided to forego eating properly and sat down with festive nibbles (including more little sausage rolls, and cheese and biscuits, naturally) in front of Muppet Christmas Carol. We did our usual sing-along, with a few “God bless us, every one”s and a couple of “Fah la-laa”s. And we all got a special treat of smoked salmon. Dini, especially, was rather pleased.
Next, I purged the last of my bah-humbugginess by 
taking a present round to the nice next door neighbours. In return we got a visit from their cat, Torty. And on the way home we got to overhear the shitty next door neighbours having yet another fight out in the street. Something about people shouting through letter boxes and knocking on doors. Who knows.
