There was no knitting or rocking chair this year, but I can't say that I sat still for a minute. Luckily, this year there was no 3 week spell of laryngitis either.
Someone asked me if Laura had a concertina for all occasions, since this one is definitely festive!
Despite what it looks like in this photo, no hats or noses were impaled by fiddle bows and Bob doesn't really look that devilish in the flesh!
Our fearless leader, the Grand Pooh-bah told us stories of Christmases past.
Here our paparazzi photographer infiltrated the stage to get right in the thick of it all. I believe no injuries were sustained on the part of the photographer despite the flying fiddle bows.
It was Bruce's birthday!
And Barb's too.
During the break, Joan and her husband cut a rug.
Carleton Place's Citizen of the Year showed off his most festive vest.
We wondered if Joan and Liz were at the same party as this next bunch...
(I believe they were discussing back pain.)
See look, impish yes, devilish not so much. (Someday I'll figure out how to use the Red-Eye reduction feature on my camera).
Gavin was there with his bells on!
Bruce was making his exit to the stage...left!
John brought the house down with his fantastic rendition of Christmas in Killarney.
And after a round of door prizes, we finished the evening with We Wish You A Merry Christmas!
What an excellent night it was. Can't wait for next year!