A Virginia Woolf Christmas
My husband and I had Kip in tow as we strolled along the snowy sidewalks in Oakville late in the afternoon yesterday. The festive decorations on the historic homes down by the lake are beautiful in their simplicity...holly, green boughs, and red ribbon. Then, as daylight crept away, the lights started to shine from inside cosy homes. Bless those people who left their curtains thrown back so we could thrill at their starry trees. Everyone we passed smiled as we exchanged wishes for a merry Christmas and Kip was lost in his own glory with so many cuddles. We bought a gingerbread man, a mince pie (the best ever!) and a brownie from the bakery and tried not to eat them on the drive home. We almost made it, but what's wrong with dessert before dinner every now and then?
We're spending this evening with friends just around the corner. I hope their dog doesn't mind that we're bringing two large boxes of Christmas crackers...the ones with the loud 'SNAP!'.
Wherever you are, and however you celebrate, I wish you a very merry Christmas!