Christmas is coming

The photo above shows my writing and hobby room, formerly my youngest son’s bedroom. It has been Christmasyfied! I have been here wrapping presents and writing letters this weekend. The bed (to the left) is littered with wrapping paper and wrapped presents. My son, whose bedroom it was, would be mortified at its state. He is such a tidy person. Well, he was very good at pushing things into cupboard and drawers! But actually he is probably the most tidy person in our family.

The week has been dominated by Christmas events. Singing rehearsals, performing in the market place of a nearby town with the choir, and on Friday I helped make around seventy Christingles, something I have done every year for nearly thirty years! We could do them in our sleep, yet every year we have that same query – how many raisins and sweets on the sticks?!

With all this going on, there has been little time for photography, but do not fear (sorry!), I have some I made earlier (Blue Peter fans will get that!). I am so glad that I am busy this year. After the events of last year when we could not make Christingles, attend any carol services (except online), nor sing outdoors or otherwise, this is magic. Despite the new Omicron variant threatening to spoil it all, I am very positive and intend to just get on with life.

So enjoy the photo selection. If there are any repeats, my apologies.

The bears are back this year – shopping centre, Kingston
Christmas socks are an essential item of clothing for a Christmas concert!
Bentall Centre, Kingston
Bentall Centre
Kingston
Trees for sale, Kingston
Kingston Market Place. We sang here.
High Street where I live
Best dressed house in my road
Christingle (Father Christmas came to help make them and ate all the raisins and sweets off the sticks here! Santa has his own adventures on Twitter with me throughout December! Catch up @heather91404743))

What is Christmas without a good Christmas Carol? This one is really sad. I promise I’ll post something more upbeat next time. I first heard this carol when my mum and dad (sadly no longer alive) sang it with their choir when I was a teenager. I have loved it ever since.

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