December and January are my favourite months of the year. The end and the beginning.
I've been meaning to write about Christmas for a long time now. So here goes. And yes, I'm off by a day but better late than never right.
I like the idea of Christmas. The idea of Christmas that has been pushed into my brain through Hollywood movies and literature. And call me cliched but I've always wanted it. That image of a roaring fireplace with a huge table laden with food. The wine and the turkey and the stuffing. The snow outside the window with the carols playing in the background. The warm woolens and the rich chocolate cake. The pudding and the pies. The big Christmas roast and the wonderful sauce and the steaming mugs of cocoa after. The sips of brandy all around to chase away the cold. The coffee. The laughter and the gossip of the family. The blankets and the socks. The reruns of old Christmas movies on the TV.
I've always wanted a white Christmas. And I don't think people who know me should be surprised that a major part of this post has been dedicated to the food.
But this is my Christmas wish. A huge Christmas feast with all the trappings. And great company to share it with.