Santa doesn’t get a glass of milk and a mince pie, when he comes to our home. We leave him a cupcake and a carrot for Rudolf.
After doing the night shift (as we cake makers know only too well), he’ll definitely need a sugar sush.
Don’t tell my little girlies, but they’ve each got a little container, with a cupcake, in their stockings, for the morning.
Merry Christmas, one and all!