There wasn't any drama at our Christmas "kids' table." Well, maybe if you count the suspense mounting as the Christmas crackers were popped. Oh, and there was a bit of tension as I waved my newly acquired trick ring around - who would get a stream of icy water in the face?

It should be noted, I suppose, that the youngest "kid" at the "kids' table" was almost 15, and the rest of us were in our twenties. It was a pretty hopping table.