The night before Christmas

A gem from my favourite potter to see out the year

Minutiae

So there’s food in the kitchen, clean sheets on the beds, fairy lights at the windows, snowflakes on the ceiling, a tree awaiting its apotheosis, and a few nearests-and-dearests wandering about, bringing bottles and pinching the wrapping paper and scissors.  Yes, I’m one of the lucky ones, and intend to enjoy it while it lasts.

Also a time for ghost stories, which I don’t usually like, but there was an exception last night.  It took a little thought to work out why.

sensingOf course:  most people over a certain age will be counting the missing at this time of year, and mine are beginning to gather; not so much ghosts, as holes in the air.  Tomorrow the not-being will be casually interspersed among the official guests at the dinner table.  As a social occasion, I’m quite looking forward to it.

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