... midnight Mass, and then we were with a large house-party on Christmas Day - great fun, a great gathering around the large table, the youngest a baby a year old, the oldest a cheery 80-year-old. Lunch, much talk and laughter and then music...
We decided to leave the exchange of gifts until Boxing Day, and all was prepared for a small family dinner, gifts stacked beneath the Tree, candles glowing by the crib. Jamie cooked a delicious meal but then - in the kitchen, a sudden slithering of plates, a crash, the sound of breaking china, and Jamie with a badly bleeding arm...I rushed to patch him up from the First Aid box, but it was more serious than that, and Hospital was needed. Our kind guest David - retired Army padre and a wonderful friend - hurried him there in his car while I sorted out other domestic arrangements... J. is now safely home and the evening ended with mince pies and big mugs of tea...and the gifts beneath the Tree can wait until tomorrow.
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Merry Christmas, Joanna. I'm glad Jamie is recovering.
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