I just returned from the RNLI Christmas service, not even the dodgy clarinet solos and Baritone Terry singing my school hymn could kill my festive buzz.
Even Bernard smells of cinnamon. Well, smelt. He got in the way when I was trying to decorate the tree and now smells of melted snow. Not so nice.
House decorated classrooms tomorrow, I'm a tree from ET. Which tree from ET you ask. Yeah exactly. But only one lesson and that's geography, hurrah!
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