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Monday, December 19, 2005



oh I so agree with you, thoughts at this time of the year fly to the old home, old country, and family that may or no longer may be with us at present. its a lovely nostalgic time of the year...I miss the christmas of childhood and the christmases when my daughters were little...
your cottage looks most cosy and inviting - it has that lovely glow about it.


Oh dear, kittens and Xmas trees...

Roz, you are very brave. I would not dare, even if we did "do" Christmas!*

Season's Greetings to you, my dear. Have a good one.

(* this is of course entirely a fallacy. We do "do" Christmas, we just do it differently to most. I realise that we have developed our own seasonal traditions, whch mostly involve avoiding shops for six weeks, missing out the big dinner, and hiking up a big hill while everybody else is tucked up in front of the telly on the 25th. We would miss it if we didn't do it!)


Just like an English Christmas card--and Tim's gift is a blast. A dige-whatever is a musical instrument, isn't it? Looks like it could be a weapon, too, if the not-so-younguns get out of hand. So, are you having Christmas crackers at your table?

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