Christmas for Anglophiles

It’s Christmas day for the rare Anglophile. Inexplicably I am one.  Perhaps because of our time in London and Cornwall, or perhaps it is simply an instinctive nod toward the common mother of so many nations  In any case I am all set for the big event. Tea is almost ready and the telly is on. Even a borrowed set of Yorkshire terriers (okay that is just coincidence) at my side...let the wild rumpus begin!