It’s tradition to have an English Christmas day but we all
got up so late, that the stockings had to wait until later. Mum, Dad, Ali and I
had to be at breakfast church at 10. Then home to start a stocking marathon
that had to be done in instalments between breakfast of smoked salmon and
scrambled eggs which was meant to be in the morning but we eventually had
breakfast at 1pm. We had traditional Christmas dinner in the evening with
whistle crackers, where we formed a Shackell-Smith choir and tried to play
tunes. In the evening we played Heads Up and we were in stiches.
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