Remember getting into bed on Christmas Eve and you imagine creeping down the stairs to find Santa hovering round the fire place? Well picture this, instead of Santa you find this cutie necking of the sherry and scoffing a mince pie – our very own festive fitty, Kelly Hall. We’re pretty sure we would all have believed in father Christmas a helluva lot longer if this is what we witnessed. Merry Christmas and good will to all men…and women.
