Can you believe it? It’s Christmas time again – I swear I
was only frolicking on the beach in the south of France last week but that was
in July; Five. Months. Ago. I must say I feel very privileged to have
experienced my first winter Christmas season here in London this year. A cold
climate at this time of year truly does make a magical transformation. I’ve
never felt so much festive cheer thanks to a city that is brimming with lights,
full of decorative trees and abounding with festive spirit. My only sadness is
that there hasn’t been any snow – but I am hopeful that it will still come at
some point!
I want to say a big Merry Christmas to all you beautiful
people – from whichever corner of the globe you find yourself reading. I hope
that you have a magical day with those you hold nearest and dearest. I find
myself writing to you from a location that is truly befitting of my first
English Christmas – honestly I could be in a novel right now! I’m in a tiny
country town that is home to about 500 people, staying in a little stone
cottage that surely must date back at least 400 years, listening to crackling
fire with a soul-warming glass of red in hand. I had the most perfect day with
some family friends who made it seem as though home wasn’t so
far away. To make it even better I shared my festive cheer with a little one
year old cherub who's rapture and awe for twinkling lights and happy smiles reminded
me to appreciate the little things in life and never take anything for granted.
Merry Christmas to all for it truly is the most wonderful
time of the year.
Photo by Krissie.