Christmas 2006-Ron and Eff definately last part!

Ron leant back and savoured the moment. Here he was, leaning back in front of a lovely big fireplace, roaring fir, albeit artificial, just getting into the Christmas Eve spirits, after the aperos. Surrounded by his friends and his wife, he felt pleased with life.
Rocking back and fore on his comfortable chair, he said to Eff,"Even if I nearly got killed by that little blue thing on the crazy golf course, I must say that for once, something you've won has done me good!"
Eff didn't bite the carrot - she knew that her chunk of manhood was feeling rather pleased with himself as well as life, and "long may it last" thought She!
On the other hand, she felt it was her duty to point out to Ron that, if he continued to rock back and fro on his chair, he risked finding himself up ended. It had happened before, but Ron simply said"Oh Eff, you see problems everywhere, you're getting more and more like that Marquis fellow!"
Eff gave a loud squeak, startling Ron, who promptly fell over backwards, taking half of the tablecloth with him!
"What the hell, you stupid woman," Ron started.
"Look, Ron - it's our boy! What's he doing here? He's got the lot in tow, grandkids, wife and the lot!"
"Got the bloody dog as well has he?" said Ron, trying to slide down out of sight from his sibling's searching eyes, and getting himself completely envelopped in the rest of the tablecloth!
Mr & Mrs Wackybacky, of course had no idea what was going on, and thought Ron was having some kind of a heart attack.
With quick thinking, Wacky threw the contents of the ice bucket over Ron's head, in the beleive this would refresh and help the poor man.
This of course simply left him spluttering and gasping for air, whilst Eff had jumped up and gone running off to embrace her son and his family.
"What on earth are you all doing here?" she asked.
"Bit of a surprise - eh Mum! Actually we were ever so lucky - that other woman who won along with you had a bit of bad luck. Her husband had a heart attack, so they couldn't travel, and since nobody in her family thought it would be right to leave her at the moment, they were ever so kind, and offered us the places, but I couldn't get off work until this afternoon, so here we are! Actually it was that damsel in distress in the turret who told us where you were, I remembered meeting her when they came to our place, a couple of years ago.Imagine her remembering me, a little cracker like her! Wher's Dad, anyway?"
"Don't mention anything about little crackers at table, son,"said Eff," her Dad's with us! I think your father is just over there at our table".
"Oh my God," she continued, following her own pointed finger.
"What's happened to our table. I only leave him alone for a second, and look what happens!"
"He's all right isn't he?" asked son, anxiously."He's not had a heart attack or something, has he. One is enough for a while!"
"No sugar - he's just got himself a bit tangled up in the tablecloth, you know your Dad, just don't ask too many questions - and he was doing so well up till now.!" *************
It took twenty minutes or so to get things sorted out, but finally everything was re-arranged, Ron had been taken back to change out of his drenched dinner suit, and was now sporting his all green "elf" clothes, the table had been arranged, speedily, by the service people, Eff had been calmed down, and whilst Ron was changing, everybody got around a second or third, or was it a fourth apero, and renewed acquaintance.
Finally, when Ron got back, everybody was in best humour, and Eff squeezed his arm, and hissed into his ear (whilst porting a large smile for all to see) "If you make one more balls up, I'll kill you, Ronston!"
And so it was - not that she killed him, she didn't need to, Ron was perfect, and the meal passed off in a wonderful atmosphere, and when the dancing started, the older guys leaned back, sucked on their cognacs and cigars (special for the occasion, and Wacky had left his wacky backy in his room specially) and were extremely pleased with everything.
When the ceremony master stopped the music to make an announcement, Eff was a bit cheesed off, since she was busily occupied in swinging a leg with a very aristocratic looking gentleman, having this "penchance" for the just and noble members of society.
"Ladies and Gentlemen - Monsieurs, Mesdames - Meine Damen und Herren (and the same thing in Dutch) now to the finale of the evening, Here comes Father Christmas...................
Everybody looked at the entrance, and suddenly there was a great whoooooooooshing noise, a thud and there, sitting on top of the artificial flames in the fireplace was Mr. le Marquis.
"Evenin' all", he said!!!!!!!***********************
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