Snow and slaughtered pigs

So we did get snow after all. Not quite enough for a snowman, but enough for my daughter to drop a snowball down the back of my neck. Brrr. And I've survived the week without forgetting anything. I think. Mind you, there's probably still time. Only three more days until Christmas eve (my daughter's keeping the count-down) and then, if they're REALLY well behaved, Father Christmas might pay us a visit. I can remember one year when he didn't come. Not to Mato Grosso anyway – at least, not to...