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Christmas 2015

1) Rick's pic of the whole sheebang at The Mont on Christmas Day 2) Santa's helper pops up next to me
Christmas present turns to Christmas past
27.12.15 - I was determined we were not going to arrive early at The Mont this year, but despite arriving twenty minutes after the advertised starting time we were still the first to arrive and by a considerable margin, a fact Molly was more than happy to point out as Maria, Chris and I stumbled through the McClatchys' front door laden with food, gifts and, of course, my Santa outfit.
Being early allowed us the luxury of sampling the Christmas punch while we waited for the others to arrive and it was quite a potent brew too, so early in proceedings at least merriness was definitely the order of the day. However, the rest of the family was certainly in no hurry to arrive as most of them had morning engagements to attend, and the effects of the punch had well and truly worn off by the time the Sullivans, the traditional arbiters of when the show can actually begin, finally sauntered in.
But before the first cracker could be pulled Santa had to distribute the Christmas booty, so I retired to the McClatchys' bedroom to transform myself into my slimmed-down, cheap-skate version of Father Christmas.
Satisfied there wasn't going to be a repeat of last year's disgraceful nipple-flashing episode I opened the bedroom door - unaware that two-year-old Eddie Cafarella had been hoisting himself up the the other side of the door.
He almost jumped out of his skin in fright and abruptly sat down on his bottom. His little face screwed up and he bellowed tearfully to the rest of the kids who were hanging around the Christmas tree playing cards - not quite the reaction a Santa should inspire but one I suspect they must get a great deal of the time.
Eddie's older brother George saw the whole thing and was equally terrified of my Freddie Kruger Santa so both the Cafarella boys took most of the gift-giving ritual to be mollified. It helped that they got most of the presents on offer, of course.
 
     
 
 
     
     
 
 
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