A Christmas wreath
This is the wreath I made from the evergreens
cut from our garden. Pushed into a twisted cane ring
we've used for years and embellished with gilded
pine cones and ribbons saved from chocolate boxes.
We've put up the decorations -
Straw stars sent from a friend in Prague,
ceramic stars and hearts from a local potter,
little tin doves and glass drops,
wooden soldiers and some lovely
The Village Church
"All for the Carol Service" reads the Church Flower Rota,
more evergreens from our garden, plus a few sprigs
of Honesty seed heads and some twirly gilded split canes
and the job's done.
Time to lend a hand decorating the Church's tree . . .
and spiral garlands round the ancient stone pillars . . .
pillars which are scratched with graffiti from the
time of the English Civil War.
We regaled the pub with 'While Shepherds Watched'
and in return received a pile of loose change
and a humbug each!
We sang 'Once in Royal David's City' to a baby and his
nan at a bedroom window;
and 'The Holly and the Ivy' to the tree surgeon.
Have you ever noticed that thatched cottages don't
have gutters? The water just drips off the overhanging
thatch - and if it's a tad nippy, the water freezes
making the most enormous icicles! Mulled wine and mince pies
And spicy hot apple juice and cheese straws
to tuck into.
While our socks and the fivers and tenners
dried out in front of the fire!
in the festive collecting bucket . . .
and relax and laugh with good friends.
That dip into PPP's Winter Mixture has really got me into the Christmas spirit - hope you're feeling festive too. I'll be back soon to have another rummage in my brown paper bag of Yuletide delights.