You all know my Christmas routine by now. Stocking, breakfast, champagne, presents, food, rest, Easts, Christmas cake, bed. As long as I have that, I've got everything I need.

I don’t care if the house is packed,

Or the strings of light are broken.

I don’t care if the gifts are wrapped,

Or there’s nothing here to open.

Love is not a toy, and no paper will conceal it.

Love is simply joy that I’m home.