The smell of pine

And flash of fairy lights

Crack the air that’s crisp and cold

But swaddled in our winter coats

And woolly hats with bobbles on

We only feel the warmth of fires

Where hot dogs cook

And wine is mulled

It’s weeks away but we can hear

The bells already in the air.

I don’t know if anyone else has noticed, but the ads for Christmas activities are already seeping through.

For me, I think that this year there are a choice of two things to pick from this year, and I’ve done neither before. One is a light trail at the local country park, and the other is to see the Nutcracker.

The Nutcracker is nearly twice the price but you can’t go through life without seeing it once.

The next step will be making mince pies, but I think I may wait a few weeks until I do that.

Much Love

Rachel xx