Yesterday’s blog went on a bit–a touch of blogger’s rant may have crept in–and so I will try and keep this one crisp and breezy, not too unlike the fresh weather outside the window greeting this Yorkshire morn.
Boxing Day wrapped with a second round of turkey for dinner as well as a whole other Christmas pudding, along with a spanking new bowl of delicious brandy butter (at the meal’s end if there hadn’t been others at the table I would have licked the bowl within an inch of its ceramic life).
I sense that the emotion and turbulence of Christmas may have been hardest on the dog, Snaffles, who doesn’t seem to know where he is going and can often be found retreating into the next room to find a corner to shelter in.
For those of you worried Christmas is over all too soon, don’t forget, as my mother pointed out this morning, that Christmas celebrations continue up until January 6.
This marks the Epiphany and the arrival of the the three wise men, depicted in the wonderful 1975 cartoon “The Christmas Messenger,” regular Christmas viewing in the Jeffrey household thanks to a video that is possibly older than me.
So keep tucking into those mince pies and the Christmas cake, snatch a kiss under the mistletoe, take another swig of champagne, and keep wearing those dodgy Christmas jumpers (U.S. trans.:sweaters)–you’ve every right to.