COMFORT AND JOY

Comfort and Joy

The last door of the advent calendar is opened; Mum’s Christmas cake oozes brandy, oranges and cloves. The house is transformed into a glittering wonderland bedecked with tinsel and fairy lights. Letter to Santa posted; a part in the Nativity play, and what a Chto Santa posted; a part in the Nativity play, and what a Christmas party with that new sparkly dress. Midnight service arrives, singing carols by candlelight. Home now; sing to Granny down the phone before bedtime prayers. Night night!

It’s morning; Dad checks Santa has been and gone. Downstairs we go… Wow, he’s been. Cooking smells fill the house. All the family start to arrive. Granny’s cheeks are glowing – she loves the Clootie Dumpling. Christmas dinner, fit for a king, well done mum, “CHEERS”…

The Queen’s speech. The Wizard of Oz – not again? Who fancies a game of Scrabble? Calm descends on the house, Granddad’s snoring by the fire, paper crown askew. And in my head, I’m still singing: O tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy… O tidings of comfort and joy…

Merry Christmas. X

The fragrance of Cinnamon, Sweet Spices, Orange Zest, Clove, Nutmeg and a hint of creamy Whisky – Christmas warmth and love infused with comfort and joy.