With apologies to Clement Clarke Moore and Henry Livingston Jr. – whoever wrote The Night Before Christmas poem, I just couldn’t help myself. Have a read – and a giggle. ‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the houseTwo people were stirring, and off came a blouse. The stockings were thrown by the chimney with care,As Mr and Mrs Claus lay by the fire all bare. The children were sleeping all snug in their beds,Unaware of Mrs Claus wrapped around Mr Claus’ legs.