Well, 'pon my soul, dear friends, what on earth has happened to the weather? Why one could fair float to work with the deluges of late. Our dear green and pleasant land really is a tad soggy. Give me crisp frosty weather for the festive season for nought can surplant a cold festive snap. I do so hope for a crisp Christmas Day on which to sally forth for a brisk constitutional. Alas, dear souls, me thinks one may be disappointed. The antipodeans report oddities in their own seasonsonal weather too, for they have experienced marble like hail storms in what is now their summer. Such, my dears, is life for whomsoever truly understands the weather.
Today may have been Christmas Eve however t'was another normal professional day of toil for many of us. Thankfully, after a mad dash, skip hop and jump, I was able to attend the latter half of the Carols in the Cowshed. Such a beautiful tradition kept alive by our dear neighbouring farmer whose family have done so for many years. The joy it affords one is really quite hard to express but Christmas just is not Christmas without it. Traditional carols, mixed with new, voices raised in song, smiling faces ....Why, fair marks the beginning of the festivities for me.
To the antipodeans, I wish an early Merry Christmas for 'tis tomorrow already today over there. We do so wish you have a lovely day and look forward to talking to you later on your day today and our day tomorrow. Now, do keep up dears......
Where ever you are, dear souls, have a very Merry Christmas and may all your wishes come true. Do also try to remember those less fortunate than yourselves for there by the grace of god go we. A moment of kindness goes a long way; a kind word, a coin, a tasty morsel and a hot drink; whatever you choose, dear souls.
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