At the end of every summer we suddenly think “Help….. Christmas.”

Last year’s Christmas card was pretty good, four boys and one small girl successfully scurfing in tandem (and this is spelt correctly, scurfing is surfing behind a boat. Duh.)

This year I got it into my head that the three bigger boys would be on skis, and Conrad and Domino would be on their shoulders standing with their arms out à la Cypress Gardens. Maybe even a pointed leg or two.

All we managed was a trail of skis, ropes, chicken-legged children and mayhem.