Nell: It’s too early. Go back to bed.
Me: But it’s Christmas Day, Nell. There are going to be presents and games and laughter.
Nell: Let’s save the laughter for later, shall we?
Me: Where is Timothy the turkey, by the way?
Nell: Poppy gave up her den with the soft cushion so he had somewhere quiet and warm to sleep. The poor thing was exhausted. It’s been a tough few months.
Me: Yes, I can imagine. What about yesterday evening, though? Quite the surprise.
Nell: If you mean Mutley doing a somersault mid flight then I won’t disagree. I think Ron Gilbert was a little over confident with the flying ropes.
Me: Yes, it was a little worrying.
Nell: Fortunately David was tall enough to untangle his wings and rescue his halo.
Me: But when his dress fell over his eyes it must have been quite frightening.
Nell: It wasn’t a dress. It was the Archangel’s robe. Anyway, Mutley took it all in his stride and even took a bow once he was back on the ground.
Me: I meant our surprise guests actually. When I heard that deep voice singing I knew it was Charlie.
Nell: Yes. He and Sally made quite an entrance dressed as Father Christmas and his beautiful reindeer.
Me: Dave jumped off the stage and whirled Sally around.
Nell: Yes. Charlie and I were more dignified.
Me: I saw you smooching, Nell. It was very romantic.
Nell: I must say I wasn’t expecting Michael Bouvier. I mean I know he is everywhere at Christmas but it was very kind of him to come and sing for us.
Me: Yes. Gladys and Count Bingo Flamingo can certainly move.
Nell: I think she should have removed her beard. I know she was playing Herod but it was too much.
Me: Happy Christmas darling Nell.
Nell: Happy Christmas my dear. Enough sentimentality we need Earl Grey and a couple of scones or we will never get through the day.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
