I Love Christmas

I just got the 'Christmas Feeling' over the weekend. We went out to a gorgeous tiny village pub with some friends, Andrew & Sarah, and had a proper homely dinner. I had roast potatoes and leek sausages and lots of red wine and a gorgeous cheesecake for pud, and a hot chocolate and Baileys after that. It was incredible! My fantasy dinner.

So we all started talking Christmas! We're hoping for snow (eep!) and we'll be getting up morning-time, opening our stockings, having a Baileys for brekkie, opening up one prezzie, going for a walk down to the park, building snowmen (hope!), maybe popping in the local to wish everyone Merry Christmas over a beer or two, coming back and starting on lunch over another Baileys and some festive music, sitting to watch the Queen's speech while opening a couple more prezzies and throwing wrapping paper balls at her majesty when she starts on, then we'll eat our dinner, have a nap, wake up and make mulled wine and watch the Eastenders Christmas Special, cry, pick at leftovers & crackers and cheese & pistachios & booze, open another prezzie, play a board game, snooze, do the dishes, sit down and feel fat.

Doesn't it sound lovely? That's how to do Christmas, Christmas-style. Next year, Mayan style!

Vix x x x x