Christmas ... Oh, And Mulled Wine
It's starting to look "a lot like Christmas" ...if Christmas looks like chaos !!! Boxes, crates, bits of tree, garlands and lights...lots and lots of lights. Greg ( aka Ba Humbug) has excelled himself risking life and limb swinging off his ladder draped in icicle lights and fortified by a hearty warm mug or two of steaming mulled wine. The Christmas tree was transformed from three big shapeless black garbage sacks ( bin bags in English speak) into a shimmering glittering red and gold vision...fortified by another mug or three of ...you guessed it..mulled wine. Baby Jesus was placed in the manger, the three kings joined the ox and the ass and the angels glitter around the crib...oh, did I mention the mulled wine ? In the corner, my "memory tree" evolved from the saddest oldest Christmas tree ever, its semi naked branches are now adorned with precious memories. Weary antiquated baubles from my dim and distant childhood, shimmering trophies collected from travels around the world and, the family gifts, each one chosen especially for us. Each box named and dated....memories collected over 20 years loved and appreciated. Tears shed over family no longer able to be with us.....and a consolation glass of Greg's home grown, home fermented.....lovingly prepared....mulled wine to make it all feel better. Christmas is a special time of year, Christmas invokes Joy and sadness....memories and anticipation. I'm sure that I will be inspired to share more Ranch shenanigans before the big day..... but between now and then, we wish you happiness and health. Oh, and if you happen to call by the ranch kitchen...maybe a little taster of Greg's mulled wine. Take care, keep safe and keep us in your thoughts. M and G xxx
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