One Christmas, many moons ago, my boys each got a Toblerone in their stocking. If my memory serves, they each ate it in one sitting, most probably before breakfast, and declared they never wanted to see another Toblerone again. Thus was born the family tradition of the boys getting a Toblerone of some sort in their stocking every year. Yes... I know... it's perverse, but there you go! This year I bought a box of lots and lots of tiny Toblerone bars, some dark, some white and some original. I noticed a 'Oh here's the Toblerone's' from the boys, but no real objections this year when they got their stockings and, as they only had six each (two of each type), there were loads left over.
When I eventually did get to sleep I slept badly and woke this morning with a migraine. It took ages to be able to get up and even then only managed a shower and the taking down of the Christmas decorations and after that, I'm afraid, it was back to bed to feel sorry for myself, read my book (Uncle Petros and Goldbach's Conjecture) and watch Jason and the Argonauts.
I can ill afford a day out to feel unwell so I'm hoping this urge doesn't come about again in the foreseeable future. Mountain Man is also hoping this urge doesn't come around again soon. I'm sure you can understand his reasoning!