クリスマス

Trying to think how best to explain Christmas in the space of 10 minutes in second-grade English has given me some notion of how deep it goes;
roast dinner, smell of pine on crisp mornings with frozen toes, the echoes in Liverpool Cathedral, the choir practices of my yoof, the crunch of roast potatoes and glory of little sausages wrapped in bacon cooked in duck fat, THE tangerine, The Snowman, The Flint St Nativity, the Radio Times, open fireplaces, Classic FMs christmas mornings, mornings in dressing gowns, hugs and firm handshakes, cold turkey sandwiches, St Johns precinct the week before, buses full of hats and coats, steamy windows, frozen grass beneath my feet, stark white light, gliding through amber at 3.30, VCR programming on request, wrapping at 5pm on Christmas Eve, endless tv and radio commercials - till the jin-jingling can just jin-jingle off thankyou very much, the hordes, the HORDES!, Woolies, tv specials, bad cracker jokes, the good silver, the wilful group wash up, a nice cuppa, flamin' xmas pud, swapping coins behind the seraphims 'ead, untangling lights, the BOX, the Angel sitting uncomfortably, the whisper of the fire,

Hugs in jumpers to all.