Our angels came from Woolworths* sometime in the 1960s when the floors and counters were made of wood and you could buy lots of Christmas gifts there - cheap perfume, bath salts, handbags, and everything you might need for a nativity scene. It feels like the right place to end this year's advent journey.
So the candles are lit, the pudding is boiling, the Last Minute Christmas Cake is cooling on the rack, the cousin-who-brings-her-own-indoor-weather** is flying over the Irish Sea, the smoked salmon beigels have been eaten and a bottle of sherry is waiting on the table by the fire. It's time to say thank you all very much indeed for coming along here for the last 24 days and to hope that that your celebrations are full of all the happy things you might wish for.
PS If you are still hankering after snow, do pop in here,
** a sort of whirlwind or friendly tempest