It Came Upon A Midnight Clear...

It happened.

The sparkle of Christmas bit my bum today.

My little tree (sorry Toolibelle - i found it in my bag when I was raking, bored, for something to eat) - is sitting on my desk. It is, apart from the four Christmas cards, the sole nod to Christmas in our office. We aren't big on Christmas - no big drunken Christmas parties, no gifts. But that is cool, work is work, and home is home.

But on the way home tonight....

The estate is beginning to look like a fairy Grotto. Every street has at least three or four houses sparkling like Ice Castles, every other house has at least one set of fairy lights visible from the road. I came in to the house, and Toolie had baked Christmas Cookies.

Aunty Phoned and asked if we could do her a wee favour... of course. We popped out to get mum to do us a wee favour... and we did her a wee favour in return.

Everyone is in good spirits, everywhere looks lovely, it's not too cold, and...

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas.