Without further ado, I would like to thank all my readers for joining me in my various escapades during the year, the highs and lows!
The parcels/presents are all wrapped and sitting invitingly under the tree... no feeling them to guess what is inside! The shopping has been completed apart from the few last minute items. The food is being prepared and readied for cooking on the big day. Light up the lights, pull a cracker or two and share a 'not so funny' joke with a funny hat on whilst you try to play with plastic toy from the cracker. Don't you love tradition?
So it just leaves me the important job to wish you all the merriest of Christmases. May your cup be overflowing, as they say! Some of you will be experiencing a white Christmas (and how!) whilst the rest of us in parts of UK will be enjoying a cool, damp day. Where ever you are, may your Christmas be peaceful, share with family and friends bringing you fond memories to relish over the years to come.
Minstrels a Christmas Poem by William Wordsworth
The minstrels played their Christmas tune
To-night beneath my cottage-eaves;
While, smitten by a lofty moon,
The encircling laurels, thick with leaves,
Gave back a rich and dazzling sheen,
That overpowered their natural green.
Through hill and valley every breeze
Had sunk to rest with folded wings:
Keen was the air, but could not freeze,
Nor check, the music of the strings;
So stout and hardy were the band
That scraped the chords with strenuous hand.
And who but listened?--till was paid
Respect to every inmate's claim,
The greeting given, the music played
In honour of each household name,
Duly pronounced with lusty call,
And "Merry Christmas" wished to all.