The world catches Christmas fever slowly as I put my feet up with 95% of my duties taken care of. 
Overtime is in the bag and I can catch up with my hobbies. We have a handful of ghost events sketched out for next year already and I need to write up our investigation findings to keep up to date. 
Movie reviews have also taken a backseat along with having a pile of films to watch on various formats. 
My boy opened his first door on his advent calendar today and seemed chuffed. He approached me the other day about my telling him a story about when I went in a rocket to the moon and got back on time for tea. A girl at nursery had said that I had not been to the moon. 
So he said "did you go to the moon?" after a thought about lying, I couldn't. 
"well...it was a bit of a story", "I thought that if I told you that story it would make you happy"
He mulled it over and said "so you wanted me to be happy and so you made me a story?"
"Well Dad, it DID make me happy!" it was very touching. He was pleased with the outcome and it seemed that his nursery friend could go XXXX herself. 

I'm looking into more journeys into the past to unload from my mind/diaries.