the night where Santa and his elves copped an eyeful

It’s not even Christmas Eve yet, and I think Santa may need a lie down to recover.  Or at least his elves might.  Or maybe both – since they are all probably in cahoots and talk about this stuff over eggnog and shortbread.

We went to Southland last night for a spot of Christmas shopping.  There was barely any shopping accomplished, but we did come away with possibly Santa’s first ever X-rated photo.  sigh

Of course Wilbur thinks it’s fabulous.  Me.  Not so much.

All I remember is Santa perving on my legs (he wasn’t even jovial), and then the HORROR as I saw this photograph in print.  Yes – we are all smiling and all look fairly spunky.  There’s a little more Christmas cheer than we actually expected.

Merry Christmas!


Note to self – next year cover up in long flowing potato sack, and DO NOT SIT under any circumstances when the elves tell you to.

(I am laughing now – and realising that I am putting my self on display – surely everyone else can see the funny side – now that the embarrassment has dissipated from my cheeks.  I put it into perspective – I gallivant around in a bikini all the time – so a bit of stray knicker is nothin’……. Yes?!)

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