Today I'm heading off to my work's Christmas party at the North Pole with Santa and the other elves. This year we're going to the Snowman's Steakhouse for a slap up meal and lots of party games. Should be fun.
It can't be worse than last years. Santa told us all that we were going to Iceland for our Christmas Party which would have been brilliant, being the country next door to the North Pole! We would have needed passports and everything! However due to a mix up with the aircraft Santa got, the pilot took us to Iceland, THE SUPERMARKET instead! We can laugh now but at the time we were most cross. Still there was plenty of food. Only trouble was that we had to wait 24 hours for it to defrost. It was the longest and hungriest party ever. You couldn't hear the music above all the tummy rumbling!
I'll be back tomorrow and will be able to tell you the crazy things that happened.
Until then.
Bye!
Gingerbread Glitter-Toes.
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