Binklebonk, Lucy, Rose and Tim.
A cow with a straw hat with Dramatic music? What could this be? What type of Christmas morning is this?
The perfect one!
It really wouldn't be Christmas without Spike Milligan. His Splendid "Badjelly the Witch" tale is one that takes
you into a magical world where everything is mad.
As he calls loudly "LUCY, LUCY WHERE ARE YOU?" it really isn't the same unless you hear this story on the radio.
My husband has his own Christmas Grinch tales he makes up on the spur of the moment.
Thanks for the best Christmas in the world National Radio, and VB of course.

Presents on Christmas Eve.
It's 5pm on Christmas Eve, and it's usually dead. No one around, except this year it's on a Monday.
And town is rather busy. After mooching about watching DVD's such as the last moments of Death of President, followed by Jude Law's starring role in "Breaking and Entering," I feast on fresh strawberries for breakfast.
Then the list. Kumara, onions, cream, last minute presents including one for my husband's 94 year old grandad.
Stop at the mailbox, drop off the DVD's, look for the oil crisis one, then a side trip to see the pixies.
I'm not joking. In my town there are pixies. Wooden ones that only come out at Christmas.
It's only taken three years, but finally we saw the pixies. More Christmas cards arrive in the post, and I deliver presents across town. I call my friend to catch up, and bump into another down town.
But it's really socks I'm after today, and cream.
Ah the cream. When it comes to having plum duff at Christmas, you need cream or custard. I went for cream.
However it seems I went a little too late to the local. The shelf is bare, and I ponder for a moment to consider my next move.
Ok. I will go to the bigger supermarket up the road.
The car park is busy. A man is loading up his van, and trying to get his young daughter into the van, but she is obviously far too interested in running back inside to the foyer of the supermarket and out away. Bugger getting into the car.
People look lonely. All the specials are chips, chocolates, Coke and $4.99 pavlova.
Four kids are hanging their heads into the large freezer deciding on which icecream to choose. They grab one, and ask their caregiver if they can have that one.
A supermarket worker says hello. I walk on to find ginger beer on the shelf. It's an alcohol-free Christmas this year.
$1.39 a bottle or $5.52 for 4. I go for the $5.52.
As I walk up the main aisle, a bunch of young indian guys are speaking in their own native tongue. Two look like taxi drivers and have lapels on their shirts. One looks at me.
I move towards the counter, and spot the four new self-drive robot check-outs.
Two are being used, and a guy sits in the "Service" desk. I look for a free human-operated check-out. I find one, and tell the young guy I thought I better make sure he keeps his job.
He said, yeah. I"m just waiting on the customers. There sure was plenty enough of those about.
He tells me he isn't working tomorrow (Christmas Day), but is working on Boxing Day. He wanted to work, but the company would have to pay him extra, and so he isn't. The shop is shut anyway on Christmas Day.
I tell him it's a statutory holiday on Boxing Day as well, so they will have to pay him extra anyway.
And yes the cream. I found some. There were a few left of "Pams." It was a scramble to get some.
There were four of us dashing for the cream. I told the woman and her husband the other supermarket had sold out.
She said she knew she would get it here. She was right.
She wasn't too fussed about the brand of the cream though. I told her it's all Fonterra anyway isn't it.
Well it is isn't it?
So I grabbed my 500ml litre of cream and hit the road.
But not before I also grabbed a box of good old-fashioned Continental Chocolates.
Christmas. It's pretty easy. Continentals, cream, plum duff, and a roast of something.
Ours is turkey.
Merry Christmas.

6.8 earthquake rocks Napier.
A stunned husband called tonight to say he thought he was a gonner, after a massive earthquake centred 40km's south-east of Gisborne.
Lampshades swayed, televisions shook, and he took shelter under the shelter of the solid foundation of a door frame, a practice in New Zealand learned at early age of what to do in an earthquake.
Telephone lines are down in Gisborne tonight, damage is reported as well as power cuts.