The squeal of children running and playing, with bright twinkle of tinsel. Decorating the tree in disorganised creation. The sounds of secret pressies being wrapped in crisp new paper. Surprises lurking under the tree, slowing and mysteriously growing with each new addition being ticked off our list. I anticipate and long to smell the rich secent of cloves pushed into oranges, with hot cinamon wine melting on the stove. An insight to old values and histories distill themselves within us.
Merry Christmas and keep the romance and dream alive
XXX rebelfox
