So, it's a week to December and I'm beginning to feel my festive juices flowing. The music is always what gets me first - Johnny is learning the words for his Christmas Service and there is much bathtime warbling of carols going on. The selection is quite eclectic, meaning many of them are new to him, but I find, deep in my memory banks 3 verses of the Sans Day Carol just waiting for me to access them.
Christmas is like that, don't you think? Somehow inexorably bound up with memories and traditions and recollections that spring up almost unbidden. But along with that wealth of the past, I like to add a little something new each year.
Glittery card, spray mount, circular punch, small helper, sewing machine...
One hallway, beginning to look a bit like Christmas. Feeling twinkly yet?