T'was the night before Christmas and all through the house not a creature was stirring not even a mouse ... I mean, of course we weren't stirring. We weren't there. After a day of sand, sleep and shopping (not necessarily in that order) the human and fur family hit the highway for a Christmas Eve dinner at my brother's house in Aspley. The champagne flowed, way too much food was consumed and Secret Santa spoils were delivered. Games were played, stories were told and my niece Cleo called in from Germany where she is on a school exchange visit this Christmas. And then we hit the road and were back at the Coast before we turned into pumpkins ready to party again tomorrow.