I'm not going home to England this year,
but yesterday, with a little time to spare (how on
earth did that happen with Christmas now so close),
I looked through the photos I've taken
of Christmas decor about the cottage and
decided to improve on the English 'cottage feel'
with a wee bit of
I think receiving Christmas cards from England,
some depicting authentic country cottages,
made me realize I don't really have one of those.
Who am I trying to kid!
This year my favorite card arrived from my cousin.
Cousin David in England gets it.
He lives in my hometown, we grew up there, spent a lot of time together, and he knows how much I love coming home. Last Christmas Day I enjoyed dinner with him and his entire family. We indulged in everything English, from soup to Christmas pudding, gathered together around a big table in a lovely restaurant on the cliffs above the English Channel. It was the one day of our trip home when the rain stopped for a while and the sun popped out from behind the clouds......it was a perfect Christmas surrounded by special people. It was worth a long journey across the pond and brought back lovely memories of my English childhood.
This year we will be here. The cottage feel is important to me at the holidays. I admit I'm somewhat envious of those at home who will be cozy, tucked into a real country cottage, sipping a pre-dinner sherry, enjoying dinner, munching on mince pies with brandy butter, flaming the Christmas pud', listening to the annual message given by our gracious Queen.........then sitting by the crackling fire, sipping a nightcap, listening to the last of the carols as Christmas fades into the night.
I will soon be baking my mince pies..........we have the Harvey's Bristol Cream sherry ready for a toast - there are two bottles as we don't play Scrooge here - come by and join in. The firewood is stacked and ready to crackle and pop on the hearth, the candles are glowing, the carols are waiting to be played.
Christmas happens wherever one is.
You can make it happen.
You can dream and remember.
It's etched in stone.
It's etched in stone.
It's in your heart....isn't it?