Skiing at Christmas - Part 2

As usual he becomes somewhat overawed by the beauty of nature when off skiing and this was no exception and he waxed lyrical (read bored the tits of his friends) for hours about the beautiful moon (although to be fair it was pretty pretty) on the second morning.

Fortunately they just ignored him and got on with the important job of skiing.

Despite a rather foolish error of allowing Polly to order for them all at lunch (cost somewhere not short of a Rolex each) a very good day's skiing was had by all.

Now as they are in France and they are all papists round here they rather enjoy Christmas Eve as the special day so having got through the skiing the drinks started to be knocked back with very gay abandon. Secret santa presents were exchanged (he got a very fine pair of cufflinks and a Viz annual) and then the beers really started to flow.

It being Christmas of course some carols had to be sung and they joined the various British families singing along. En masse they brought the house down with their actions to "On the twelfth night of Christmas", Tudur, Dafydd and our kid brought tears to everyone's eyes with their beautiful impression of a welsh male voice choir and then our kid ruined it all by sharing one of his stories with the group.

All in all a pretty standard Christmas Eve.