A Christmas Day Morning, Aylesford

I must say that Christmas Day is both a joy and a day of reflection for me. My late Mum died just before Christmas seven years ago and I so miss her presence - she was funny, tough, feisty, gorgeous, warm, loyal and gave the best hugs in the history of the world. Every Christmas Day morning we go down and lay flowers on her grave and just talk to her about what we've been up to and how much we miss her. On the way back to our house the sun was out and this little tree so reminded me of her in a way - small but beautiful, resilient and strong.
The day is also a joy, though, as we just have a lovely relaxing day - opening presents, slowly getting the Christmas meal ready and enjoying each others' company. I also always make sure to take a silly photograph of my brother (he hates doing it - see today's extra!)