Christmas Morn

Cold, frosty mornings, ice on window pane, huddle under coats, keep the warmth in. Tip toe down the stairs, all quiet and hushed, barge through the door to see what was waiting for us. A Christmas tree sparkling, multicolored lights, large shiny baubles, and an angel smiling with the light.

Paper chains, garlands, bells, stars and balloons dangling from the ceiling, pine from the tree, fresh cooked bread, cakes, jam tarts and scones. These are the scents waiting for us. A cold fire burning warmed thizz in our hearts, Seeing along to Carol's on this cold frosty morning.

This day may not be thiddie, but it is deep down.