Christmas came to Somerset, England on a balmy Wednesday morning.
We sipped champagne with orange juice.
We snapped opened crackers for our paper crowns and jokes.
We presented our gifts one by one to each other, and threw the wrapping paper on the floor.
We dug into our stockings.
We laughed.
We looked.
We listened.
We put on a Toy Story movie whilst we played with our new stuff.
The chef cooked a feast, timed exquisitely to fit a small gas cooker and five different dishes … all to arrive at the same time. Champion.
We sat at the dining room table under dimmed lights, no phones, dining and chatting away.
We tidied up.
We watched the new Wallace and Gromit.
Some napped.
We let the evening quietly walk it.
It was, in short, a delight and a blessing, and a day filled with Grace and Kindness. Just what we needed. Just want I really really really wanted.
And the tree has been a present all unto itself.
Still is.
Merry Christmas.
Happy Boxing Day.
Happy Thursday.