Walking in a winter wonderland



This year seems to have flown by in some sort of blur and it feels like I have only blinked and its the 23rd of December or the Eve of Christmas Eve. I am one of the lucky ones in that my presents are bought, wrapped and many of my family ones have been distributed already seeing as I wont be there on Christmas Day to give them out. Instead of being out in town in the mayhem and endless lines of traffic I am at home mentally preparing myself for my long weekend of nights and of course decorating my potted plant when I hastily realised I had nowhere to put presents. I felt it was important to improvise as myself and my boyfriend will be having our mini Christmas here.

This morning instead of having a long luxurious lie in, like one should when facing into a weekend of night shifts, I was up early and making my way out to Seagull bakery to get some delicious coffee and the good pastries before they sold out. I then decided on a whim to try and track down Spelt-bakers mince pies. I had gotten one the other day from Ardkeen stores and it was way more delicious than I ever remember mince pies being. I soon regretted my choice when I arrived at the shopping centre to find absolute bedlam. It took me twenty minutes to even get a parking space and I was out of luck, not a mince pie to be found. I was a bit shook by the time I got home and endlessly glad that I did not have to stay out in the swarm because tracking down edible Christmas treats was hardly essential.

So now I am home in my pyjamas, watching the rain out the window and listening to Christmas Fm and thinking this is about as festive as it gets.

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