The lights on the tree still twinkle as I read on the sofa in the glow of the fire, feet tucked up and glass of Baileys in hand. I am holding on to the last vestiges of festivity and peace until Twelfth Night forces me to stand up, shake off last year, and move on.
Particularly appropriate for me today. A lovely soothing text. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteI'm with you there. Enjoy the Baileys.
ReplyDeleteoh i know. i know, i know, i know.
ReplyDeletei feel like i haven't had enough time to properly sit and enjoy.