One giant sack of Christmas cheer. Nobody is too sure when this occurred but it was some time between missing the annual reindeer event in town and practising for the 3rd Nativity of the season.
Contents of sack usually include but are not limited to*
A happy smile
A knack of turning any tune into something Christmassy
A penchant for copious amounts of chocolate/mince pies/stollen/panatonne
A withdrawal from exercise apart from repeated movements of the remote control .
Lastly the tremendous ability to combine present buying, card writing and food shopping in one foul swoop.
If sack is found please return to the Rollinson household, deepest darkest Wales. Please note however such favours are not legally binding and may incur multiple flattening hugs of gratitude.
Sack usually looks something like this*
* Sack also contains a variation on a bah humbug husband, a party blower that your children will blow incessantly until you snatch it out of their mouth and throw it in the fire and one of those weird fortune-telling fish that are a total swizz and are just affected by the temperature of your hand.
* representative image of sack. Not actual size.
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