After a wonderful day of opening presents, feasting and general merriment, I have to report that the gnomes have managed to drink up all of the supplies of Thunder Ale and create a rumpus.
Yet again the gnomes have proven themselves irresponsible when it comes to imbibing beer. This would not have been so bad if they had not launched a frenzied assault on the cheese cellar and gorged themselves on finest Stilton, Chamois d'Or and Gorgonzola, before descending into dairy fuelled debauchery in the courtyard.
Once more I am forced to punish them, and at such a joyous time.
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