Merry, Merry Christmas one and all. As I type this I'm still waiting for someone to go to sleep. Then I have to wait at least an hour or so before it's safe to venture into her room, grab the stocking, fill it up and replace it. A few years ago we had an absolute disaster when madam woke up halfway through and sleepily wondered whether he'd been or not. Faster than I could think I covered perfectly, emptied the stocking again, stuck it on the bedpost and just about got away with it - thank god she was half asleep.