Holiday Diaries V | Last Days.
It’s the most snow we’ve had in years, knee deep and heavy, smothering everything like some giant cocoon. We’re celebrating a belated New Year’s Eve in our old stomping grounds of Maricourt. One last round of chestnuts on an open fire — ’cos baby it’s cold outside…
The kids open their lasts gifts & in our minds we all settle in for the long winter haul. Come next Christmas I fear some of the magic will be gone. I see our son, our eldest, hanging on. As if he knows all about innocence and how very precious it is.
Maybe he does… Maybe he truly does.