To help pass the time we celebrate in our own special way:
December 23rd (courtesy from my twitter feed)
Today is the day we traditionally lay a wreath of sausages on the neighbour's doorstep, sprinkle each other with 100s & 1000s and dance.
Then when the moon is high and our heads are wrapped with LED lights, we clasp hands and sing "Too Darn Hot" with throaty gusto.
Tucking the little ones into bed & sipping from the communal wine-skull, we tell them the age old tale of "Druid Godwin & the pesky Virgin".
And to round out the Dec 23rd festivities we sacrifice a flannel, cleanse our feet with fire and eat chocolate covered marshmallow Santas.
Happy penultimate, penultimate day folks!