Christmas Eve, and a pleasant day spent visiting friends.  Happy in the knowledge that we had found the ripe plantain for the Christmas breakfast, and that the peas were slow cooking themselves for the rice and peas as we went about our business, we could relax.  G announced that she would be leaving sustenance out for Father Christmas and his reindeer, in the shape of biscuits. 'Not the spoon it out kind, the kind you can cut out'. I began to look out for cutters of a vaguely Christmas theme, however, G said she wanted stockings and Christmas trees, and she would be cutting them out with a knife. We both made a mix simultaneously in our separate bowls, mine was too wet and surely of the spoon it out variety.  In fact it was pronounced that I had made buns. We began to pay a bit more attention to G's and she triumphantly managed to turn out a soft dough onto a heavily, maybe some would venture a little too heavily floured table.  Despite the fact that we were working in conditions where health and safety would demand some kind of mask, we managed to see enough through the billowing clouds of flour to pat out the dough and G set to work cutting her shapes.  She actually did really well, cutting stockings, crescent moons, stars and Christmas trees, as well our favourite, snowmen, which we said we would ice white. However when they came out of the oven, we found we either could not be bothered to get the icing out, or as G said 'we want them to be healthy don't we, for the reindeers? Concern for the hardworking reindeers' dental hygiene demanded we leave them exactly as they are..........