So Santa Dude has worked his magic. As is traditional we left him out some carrots for the reindeer and a drop of something medicinal (sherry in this instance). I wanted to leave them on the table but the boss insisted that they had to go on the kitchen floor. Then faced a rather lengthy Q & A session about how the reindeer were going to get in the house and how many would be coming in and did I think it would probably be just Rudolph and not all the other ones, and how many other ones were there, and what were they called, and would they get cold, and they’d better not poo on the floor. Drank sherry at this point.

When I was small (hard to imagine I know) I used to think that the carrots and whiskey (for that was the medicine of choice in my folks house – just to note I’m not a huge sherry drinker by the way but there was a miniature lying around) having been consumed by morning was incontrovertible evidence of Santa’s existence. To make things look convincing for Twiglet we left one of the carrots half eaten on the plate. Instead of thinking ‘Wow, reindeer leftovers’, she decided that this meant that they hadn’t finished and Santa and the reindeer were coming back, with more presents. I think she’s going to be a lawyer when she grows up, either that or she’s going to need one, very possibly both.

Charlotte rocked out a number of looks I’ll share with you.

First off we have Supergirl, a little over excited and modelling her new cooker.


Then we have her buddy from next door helping to complete the ‘Lazytown’ duo.

Off to the Grandparents where we have the official Christmas outfit – accessorised with tiara and dangling earrings. Nice.

Finally to end the day off, her wedding dress. She married her Uncle Graham several times. And before you ask no that’s not legal, even in Dundee.