Merry rises

Yesterday DB and I got together for our weekly cuppa and chat, and each brought gifts for the other. That was fun! I gave her a CD about spies in England during WW II because she is working on a book incorporating that. And rumballs of course. She gave me home-made carmel sauce that I want to sit and sip from a small snifter just like a fine liquor. And she also gave me rich, delicate teacakes, AND, pretty cupcake papers and lacey collars for the finished cupcakes. Because I am now becoming a real baker.

And it began to feel like Christmas.

I got home to find that MizG. had been by and dropped off a pile of goodies, wrapped packages, and some indecently good prune and date tartlets.

And I started singing "Have yourself a merry little Christmas."

The merry rises.

OK, for my inner three-year-old, it's all about the presents, but she likes giving as well as getting, and she judges them all by the standards of a three-year-old so she is just as excited by a package of sequins as she is by a diamond ring. She's THREE fer crysakes. I have not opened the wrapped presents because that's against the rules, and because it feels all happy and warm to have surprises waiting for me. Quite squeeful.

I spent the afternoon making lavender sachets with bits of silk and ribbons. And that felt very merry. Then Heide posted the video of animals singing Deck the Halls. I laughed out loud several times.

DH makes sure the Christmas tree is plugged in as soon as it gets dark. And LG gave me an online advent calender. Thanks to the wonderful people in my life, I am totally in the mood!! Thank you, thank you, and Merry Christmas! HOHOHO!!