The Christmas Goat.

When "The Woozle" was out from Queensland in October, he became fascinated by the feral goats you come across on the side of the road travelling down through the King Country and North Taranaki.

So the obvious thing to do is to ask your Granny to knit you one.

As you can see, he is the most successful knitted goat EVER in the history of knitted goats.

To the extent that he became real and began to eat the Christmas tree.

Luckily we had a couple of spare ones!

(Christmas trees,not goats you understand.)

On Christmas morning the Tail Cat was a big help setting up the tables for an al-fresco lunch.


"She who is proficient at separating eggs" is also proficient at being Mother Christmas on Christmas Morning. She has a system of anti-clockwise present receiving, and a pair of scissors to hand for the difficult bows and string!

Each present must be fully unwrapped and admired by all before she moves on to dish out the next one (in an anti-clockwise direction of course).

This is in fact AFTER the Christmas lunch and the Christmas cricket match, but I just got it in the wrong order and couldn't shift it!

The blokes discovered that we did not still have the cricket set from 1972 since our last shift, and so they improvised with a pick handle for a bat and an old tongue-in-groove cupboard door for wickets.

They also reasoned that it was safer to bowl toward the picture window than bat towards it.

Uncle Stu was fielding in the gully - literally when he failed to take a catch and crashed through the lavender hedge at the boundary and fell into the Hundred Acre Wood.

But I bet he smelled nice.

There were some very "House and Garden" photos of the Christmas lunch.

And the obligatory posing for the family photo.

Everyone was extremely positive and excited about this part, especially The Granny (not).

So there you have it folks. All over for another year.

I should imagine The Granny will have to knit a camel or six toed sloth or next year!

Looking forward to it!