Christmas Eve is upon us, the presents wrapped (though in our case one is rather to active and mobile to be wrapped), food stocks are in, wine is selected, meals planned, so we're ready to celebrate Christmas. It is so pleasant to live where the shops don't open on Sundays, won't be open tomorrow, and have, in fact, already closed forthe most part today. Maximising profits does not trump either the meaning of Christmas or the recognition that it and all other festivals should be and are "family" time, not "shop until you drop" time.
Now we have our church service this evening, then a quiet time watching the television (Dinner for One is essential Christmas viewing!) a few walks with Harry to be undertaken and general relaxation. Plus, of course, an improted Christmas Pudding and a Christmas Cake to be enjoyed over the next few days.
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