Perhaps the weirdest Christmas card I’ve come across! Well, we can all sleep safely in our beds now. Or can we? I’m not sure I want a gun-toting Father Christmas coming down MY chimney.
And fortunately, I didn’t get one. Father Christmas who came to my house brought some really lovely presents (have you ever had a Christmas where every present you opened brought a large smile to your face?). The morning was spent with all our lovely neighbours who have a tradition of getting together for breakfast on Christmas morning, so we gathered from about 10 houses and ate and drank for a couple of hours. David and I were then going to go for a picnic as we usually do, but the weather was overcast and windy, and I’m recovering from a viral infection that knocked me out over the weekend so we just curled up on the sofa and watched an old video (The Maltese Falcon!), with me of course knitting.
Then we went round to Mandy’s. She’s one of my dear friends from the knitting group and she lives with her lovely mother, Anne, round the corner from me. The clan had gathered there and all of them oozing with talent. Mandy’s sister is a professional musician, her brother-in-law a famous Australian pianist, and everyone else (except me) could sing beautifully. Lara turned up with Inigo for his first Christmas, we ate lots of cake and biscuits and a really great time was had by all. I gave Mandy and her mother a set each of Denise’s wonderful cards, with beautiful paintings of knitting, lace tablecloths and tea cups. When I knew that most of my family was sitting down to lunch with lots of friends in North Yorkshire (20 for lunch, I think), it was good to be among friends here.
I hope you all had a lovely Christmas too.