On Christmas Eve we went out for a fancy dinner with my Dad, brother, sister and her fiancée, my other sister and my Nan (my dad's mom). We went to Element's restaurant in Peterborough. It was really nice. D-Man and I split pork tenderloin stuffed with roasted chestnuts, on a bed of apple coulis with seasonal vegetables. Mister M had some delicious grouper (fish) breaded with panko and miso, served with broad beans and rice. For dessert we had a chocolate mousse cake served with a blackberry sauce... sooooo good! We exchanged gifts there too.




Then Christmas morning they got up and opened their stockings. I'm not sure if Mister M really believes in Santa, or just the magic but he was sooooo excited to get what he had asked for. {In our house Santa only fills the stockings, nothing else. They get to ask for 1 smaller thing from him in their letter/e-mail and that's what they will get sitting beside their stocking on the couch. I do this because I don't want my kids to feel bad for not getting an Xbox from Santa when the bully down the street does. I also want them to be grateful for all the love and time their friends and family put into choosing the perfect gift for them.}



