Here are a few of my favourite things!
Raindrops on roses- of course.
Whiskers on kittens.
That goes without saying...
Then there's the crisp smell of a December morning.
Lights sparkling on gold-bedecked trees in our parlour.
The windows on Oxford Street in London.
The Christmas Market on Paris' Champs d'Elysses.
Bing Crosby singing White Christmas.
The Harry Simeon Chorale singing The Little Drummer Boy.
The Queen's Message:
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| ...when they all go home! |
Hot chocolate.
Scones with clotted cream and strawberry jam.
Watching Home Alone2 and Holiday Inn.
The song Jingle Bells, Little Drummer Boy and Silver Bells.
A turkey Roasting in the oven.
Cranberries.
Holiday Dinner with friends.
The 900 twinkling lights on our Keeping Room Tree.
The hundred or so glass ornaments bought at various shops at home, away and far away like London and Paris.
Browsing through Holiday magazines for Christmas ideas.
Walking our schnauzers- Missy and Koko, in a soft, gentle snowfall.
The Christmas lights in our neighbourhood.
Our Orange boys- Dickens and Doyle in the snow on the side verandah while they wait for puddy breakfast.
The Manger Scene my Grandma Reid started for me by letting me purchase three 29 cent figurines- hand-painted in Italy, bought at Orillia's Woolworth Store in 1962 or so.
The tri-coloured bell that hung on our tree at our Lake Simcoe Home in the 1950's, that now hangs on our Keeping Room tree in my own home.
My husband Tom in his Santa Hat.
The Holiday Tunes on my online radio stations- Swisssh and Starlite.
Having a tea and apple fritter at Mariposa Market.
and
the quiet, peaceful, stillness of a Christmas Eve.
Happy Holidays and Merry Christmas.
