I have learned, through repeated readings of The Christmasaurus, that when we leave treats out on Christmas Eve, the carrot is for Santa and the milk is for the reindeer.
I almost feel guilty about the fact that, every year, I always insist on leaving out a glass of whisky. I thought it was for Santa. Honest.
I’m still convinced that Rudolf would prefer a mince pie, or even some cheese and biscuits, rather than the same carrot he gets at every house he visits. But this is an argument I lose every year.
But the snacks are out and all that is left is for me to wish a Merry Christmas to everyone.
Wherever you are, and regardless of how (or if) you celebrate the Mid-Winter festival, have a great day.