The other day I did a Christmassy norty.  My Dad had been to the pub (with me) and his guard was down (a bit).  We were in the kitchen where My Mum was preparing dinner, and My Dad had left the stairgate a tiny bit open.  Now, as you know, I can be very stealth, so I snuck into the living room and helped myself to a choccy from the box that My Dad had carelessly left open on the floor.  Not that it would have mattered if it had been shut:  I can easily find my way into a box!  I was quickly missed and My Mum was hot on my heels.  I only had time to snaffle one Thornton's chocolate!  I wish I could have had more cos 'twas YUM!