of light, laughter, stories, Christmas chat on Skype missing the brother and sister by love, the old church filled to the brim with close-knit community, carol singing, seafood chowder, flaming Christmas pudding, stockings and gifts, a smiling little boy holding a goat (my favourite gift! thanks Ann V for the inspiration),grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins all together (missed you Lorna!) and memories of Christmas past.
However, when I broke down and sobbed in the scene where Tiny Tim dies (the Alastair Sim version of course), I knew I was getting really tired . . .
Time to rest, read and finish off my Belgian chocolates.
Hope your Christmas was simply lovely too.