May I wish a very Happy Christmas to all my friends, wherever you are. I didn’t get to see Santa last night. There was one point where I heard something and I went and tapped my mistress to say, “Is it him? Is that noise Santa?” but it turned out to be just the sound of the central heating boiler starting up. It might have been Santa. My mistress didn’t seemed thrilled to be woken at 3am. She would have been upset if it had been Santa and she’d missed him.
We won’t be opening the present until later, so I can’t tell you what I’ve got yet. It seems mean making me wait that long. It will be particularly hard as they are all going next door for Christmas lunch and Matilda thought it better that if she and Tigger were going to be there, I should stay at home. What are the chances of my resisting opening one or two of the presents whilst they are out? They aren’t even planning to light the log fire for me before they go, frankly I think that is a bit on the mean side. I hope they will bring me back some turkey.
I could write a whole book out of the ‘parsnip incident’ but I’ll try to keep it brief. My mistress couldn’t find parsnips in Belgium so asked my master to bring some back from England. He wasn’t happy to have to carry a dozen parsnips but eventually agreed. When my mistress told our neighbour she had managed to get the parsnips it turned out that our neighbour’s sister had also managed to bring some, so my mistress swore all out neighbours to secrecy so that my master wasn’t upset. Except my master left the parsnips in the fridge in England so as it turns out my mistress is enjoying a laugh at his expense and the secret parsnips are no longer secret!