We went to the crib service at church and big man was Joseph. Middle man was a shephard who had a very annoying sheep by the name of little man.
They then came home to sprinkle reindeer food and get together Father Christmas' treats.
The boys were more excited than ever about Father Christmas' visit. Luckily they had all been good. Little man was shouting at a not too unearthly hour of 6.30. I went in to find him sitting in bed with his stocking emptied out. Not one present undone, but he was keen to eat his satsuma.
Then followed 2hrs of wrapping paper being torn off presents with me trying to slow everything down. Middle man wanted to know when he could build a snowman so was pretty disappointed there was no snow. I blame the movies! It wasn't until about 4 o'clock that I realised that big man hadn't had his present from us. Cue about 2 hours of me looking in my room and the loft only for my Dad to find it still siting under the tree. So for us it was a pretty quiet one this year with a new tradition made: a glass of Chambord and Processco for my Mother in Law.