Christmas eve and after a beautiful warm, sunny day there is now a beautiful moon and quite a sharp frost. The price we pay I suppose, but well worth it.All is ready for the big day - for the first time in fifty years I have much less to do and am not actually responsible for any food unless I wish to be. I have opted to cook the salmon, the chicken and stuffing and the pigs in blankets for my son's buffet on Boxing Day but everything is ready to take out of the fridge or freezer when I return from friend W's tomorrow tea time.
I did what I always do on Christmas eve - poured myself a glass of sherry and sat down and watched Carols from Kings - the start of Christmas for me. My dear friend Jean, who has been dead many years, used to spend Christmas with the farmer and me (and her daughter, who is my God-daughter) and together we always watched it.
There is something magical about Christmas eve when it gets to this time (11pm) whether one is a believer or not. When I was drawing the curtains at around half past four this afternoon Father Christmas, in full, authentic regalia, came walking up the road opposite. Where he had come from and where he was going I have no idea but I did wish I had had my camera handy.
Whatever you intend doing this Christmas enjoy every moment of it. I shall not put a post on now for a couple of days as I shall be too busy - but Happy Christmas to everyone.