I tend to be an early riser, even on these dark days before Christmas. I love to watch the morning sky flush with colour at daybreak. But sometimes I pull the cover up and think I’ll just snuggle a little while longer.
Until my Christmas tree goes up! Then it doesn’t matter if I’m still half asleep. The second I plug my tree lights in, the magic of Christmas is there. The warm scent of pine needles tickles my nose. I make my morning coffee, and settle down beside the Christmas tree, to start my day.
Beneath the tree, the Nativity Scene; above, the angel smiles fondly down.
I had no intention to write this post today, but when an old friend comes calling, what can you do but respond? As if by magic, Jake’s Sunday Post appeared in my Reader, bearing a beautiful Christmas Tree. I’ll supply the carols. Coming round for mince pies, anybody?