Happy Christmas, Internet! I hope you all have a wonderful day, filled with much merriment, many mince pies, lots and lots of presents, a whole bunch of hilarious family jokes, as much champagne as you can comfortably drink, and---most important of all---NO LEGWARMERS WHATSOEVER.
I also hope that at some point during the day you decide to dress up as all the components of a typical English Christmas dinner. And if, like me, you take on the role of the Brussels sprout, be sure to wear your very attractive green swimming cap, alright? And definitely leave on your enormous glasses.
(Clockwise from top: Beth as the chef, Laura as the peas, Rowan as the cranberry sauce, Henrietta as the turkey, Stephanie as the potato, Jo as the stuffing, Sally as the carrot, and me as the Brussels sprout. Parents, be warned: this is what happens when you send your bored pre-teen daughters to boarding school in the middle of nowhere.)