So, this is Christmas.
Prudence, clinging to her German upbringing, insists on having Christmas on Christmas Eve. Besides, the candles look lovely, it's cooler and much more of a party atmosphere in which to drink too much champagne.
Beloved, on the other hand, is English, and quite put out at the thought of opening presents the night before, insisting on waiting not only until Christmas morning, but after coffee.
Among her haul of both sparkly and very useful presents, Prudence is now in possession of a box of very vintage toilet paper.
Yay for family who really get her.