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.