Jingle all the way

As I sit and watch the flurries of snow come down outside in the garden I worry about whether Toby will get home this evening, whether we will be able to leave the village before Chripmus (thank you to young Ben for my new favourite word for this time of year). But at least if Mr Chripmus Tree Man cannot drop off our dainty, cottage friendly, 4 foot tree on Sunday I have my own minimal version. I had to fight Rufus for the twigs.


I then thought about bringing in a little greenery. I always get asked about what "we" do for Christmas as Jewish couple and I suppose people are more curious because I converted. Where ever you stand on the birth of Jesus there is no getting away from the fact that there have always been winter festivals. And what with Toby being a classical scholar you can always bamboozle people with references to the Greek Saturnalia and the Pagans, and good old wikipedia has a whole load more too. But I like to deck the halls with boughs of whatever I can get my hands on and this year I went for ivy as there seems to be loads climbing over bits of the garden. And good thing I went out there before the snow started in earnest.


So now I think that it is time to snuggle down on the sofa, dog either side and finish this scarf that I started the other day. I am hoping that I might have enough yarn left to make a little hat too. When it is allegedly -1degreeC outside I think that it might be necessary.