Yesterday I braved the masses and finished up my Christmas shopping, at least I think so.
I've still to do the final list-checking, but for once I've gotten ahead of the game, and wrapped all of the gifts.
I'm usually a Christmas-Eve wrapper, in panic mode no less.
My daughter used to help me wrap all of the gifts, but since she has her own family to take care of, I'm left to my own devices.
Today, I'm taking a little time to relax.
With the winter moon high in the sky, and the landscape covered in a rain-filled mist, I'm treating myself to an evening hearthside tonight.Twinkling trees, candles glowing, a pot of tea and Christmas shortbread, I'm settling in for a date with Dylan Thomas, the popular and much-loved Welsh poet.
A Child's Christmas in Wales film, a timeless tale, delivers with gentleness a glimpse of a child's Welsh Christmas and takes you on a journey back to the magic and marvel of boyhood " where no two moments were ever alike, and life was embraced with belief instead of doubt ."
Purely magical !