Doesn't that just take the biscuit?

I recently blogged about the impatience of adults to see what Santa had brought. The victim of that post recognised herself instantly and felt embarrassed and chastised for her actions. Sadly she wasn’t alone.

Another friend was the grateful recipient of some home-made Christmas biscuits - to hang on her tree. The biscuits were tasty treats - I resisted mine until Boxing Day.

And what of this friend? She was unable to resist and scoffed the lot within 24 hours of them being given.

Just what would the Baby Jesus say?