A day to make the blood dance

Amid squabbles, slips in the kitchen and mulled wine spilt on the carpet, the Jeffrey Christmas tree stands serene and resplendent.

Well I suppose it’s appropriate to start this blog with the following:

A very Happy Christmas to one and all!!

Charles Dickens writes much better about Christmas Day than me so I’m handing over to him and his description of Scrooge waking up to find a new lease in life at the end of “A Christmas Carol” and on this most special of days:

“He was checked in his transports  by the churches ringing out the lustiest pearls he had ever heard. Clash, clang, hammer; ding, dong, bell. Bell, dong, ding; hammer, clang, clash. Oh, glorious, glorious.

Running to the window, he opened it, and put out his head. No fog, no mist; clear, bright, jovial, stirring, cold; cold, piping for the blood to dance to; Golden sunlight; Heavenly sky; sweet fresh air; merry bells. Oh, glorious. Glorious.”

(Now there’s a guy enjoying Christmas Day for sure.)

And who best to finish off than Tiny Tim:

“God bless Us, Every One!”

( I hope that today your blood, dear reader, does a merry dance.)

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