Joy to the World

Tinkles of sleigh bells and distant laughter, that seemed like the mirth of wood elves, came from every quarter.

Merry Christmas everyone one! For me, it’s currently Christmas Eve for, though for some of you Christmas has dawned.

I suppose you would all like to know what Christmas is for me. It’s the celebration of Christ’s birth, it’s about my family, and its about the endless wish for snow. Honestly, I suppose it’s a bit about the presents too–I feel a bit ashamed admitting this, but it’s true.

It was about the decorations too,  when I was little. Since then, I’ve grown to prefer seeing the plastic Santa’s and the lights on other people’s house. Right now, our house is decorated Victorian like, with a table tree, and pine-cone…thingy. It’s a giant pine-cone with fern tree pieces,red Holly? berries and ribbons attached to it. I’m not sure what the correct term for it is, but it’s lovely.

I’ve also bought the Abney Park Christmas album, which only adds to the Victorian (steampunk, perhaps?) feel. I love their song Through Your Eyes on Christmas Eve which I shall post down here.

Beautiful…my favorite Christmas songs will forever be the post title, but I like this one a lot.

Currently, I’m listening and watching Carols from King. It’s the King choir sing various Christmas and worship songs, along with some people reading from the Bible. It’s beautiful service. It’s British, which leads me to the fact that watching Christmas British specials on Christmas and Christmas Eve is something my family did last year.  We’re probably doing that this year too–well, we’re certainly watching Downton Abbey.

Now, I want to thank you all. For following me, for commenting and supporting me in the start of a blog. You’re all dears.

Merry Christmas, Merry Holiday, or just Merry wishes to you.

But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart. 20 The shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things they had heard and seen, which were just as they had been told.

And a little Christmas present for you, though I nothing to do with this book, or the posting of it online.

“That’s a Christmas present for you, Anne,” said Matthew shyly. “Why–why–Anne, don’t you like it? Well now–well now.”

For Anne’s eyes had suddenly filled with tears.

“Like it! Oh, Matthew!” Anne laid the dress over a chair and clasped her hands. “Matthew, it’s perfectly exquisite. Oh, I can never thank you enough. Look at those sleeves! Oh, it seems to me this must be a happy dream.”

Read the whole chapter here–  and book that is.)                                                                                               I never fail to grin at Matthew and the brown sugar.