Monday, 26 December 2011

A Christmas Tale

Here I am sitting under our Chrissymouse decorations, but  Chrissymouse nearly didn't happen this year at all!
No, the pennies were in very short supply this year. There was nothing for prezzies, turkeys or Chrissymouse trees.
She Who Thinks She Must Be Obeyed was too fed up with lack of pennies and the awful wet windy weather we have been having to feel at all Chissymousy, but I said what will happen if Santa Paws comes and we have no decorations to greet him, he might go away again without leaving anything! So She Who Thinks She Must Be Obeyed found this piece of twisted hazel which someone had cut and left at the side of the road and brought it home and painted it gold and hung some lights and things on it and then she made some cookies and gave them to her friends with bottles of homemade wine for prezzies and stated feeling a bit more Chrissymoussy.
 But there were still no pennies for Chissymouse dinner! But She Who Thinks She Must Be Obeyed said 'Never mind, we've got a rabbit and some chicken legs in the freezer and lots of homemade wine and blackberry liqueur and I've found a recipe for homemade Baileys Irish Cream, we'll have Chrissymouse anyway'
And then a miracle happened! 
An old friend knocked on the door and gave us a chissymouse card and in the envelope was lots of pennies and we could have a proper Chrissymouse after all!
Thankyou old friend for giving us Chrissymouse.
Taracat does not like Chrissymouse, she sat by the fire so that Santa Paws couldn't come down the chimney and leave us lots of prezzies. She says strange men in beards and red suits shouldn't give you prezzies and come into your house in the middle of the night. i don't mind who gives me prezzies so I made sure she got out of the way.


And none too soon either, because Santa Paws did come and he left LOTS of prezzies for all of us..... yes even Taracat!
There were lots of noms for all of us and this grooming glove for me.

 Taracat left a prezzie for She Who Thinks She Must Be Obeyed aswell! Dirty Taracat! She always goes next to the litter tray when she is in a bad mood. Good job that towel needed washing already.
 After that was dealt with She who Thinks She Must Be Obeyed got the turkey ready for the oven. Yes we did get one, but we were very lucky, there were only 2 left in the shop when we got there and they were frozen solid and we had to leave it in a bowl of water overnight to unfreeze it or we would have had to have the rabbit anyway!
Here I am guarding it so that no peskycats steal it.

After dinner we went to the beach, but She Who Thinks She Must Be Obeyed had drunk too much gorse wine and forgot the camera!

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