It's Monday night, and everyone is out at karate. The dog and I are curled up in the warmth of the living room - a warmth that seeps out from the fireplace and enfolds us even in this big old drafty house. We decorated the tree yesterday, so there is colour and light and cheer taking up the west wall of the living room.
Because I am here by myself, I am able to give in to my penchant for cheesy Christmas music and so am lounging on the serenity couch with a mug of hot sweetened tea, writing out Christmas cards and listening to Elvis Presley sing Holly Leaves and Christmas Trees.
Holly Leaves (I planted this one last year)
And Christmas Trees