We ate, we drank, we laughed, we danced, we opened presents and then we all ran like frightened babies back to our own houses when the hail came.
Actually, the hail didn't bother me. I just wanted to get back home so I could sit in the dark and look at the Christmas tree that Graham and I had put up the day before.
PS. Thanks everyone for the Forno name suggestions. No decisions yet. Poor thing might just be "Forno" for the rest of its life.