Merry Literary Christmas!
Just a quick post from me this morning in this rather busy but glorious season. A season in which this year I have decided to enjoy gently, in a peaceful and relaxed manner. The Christmas tree is humble in proportions and dressed demurely, the ostentatious lights will hibernate for a year. For me, the merest thought of decking the halls is proving too much and I’m already behind with cards and present buying so rather than the usual panic I’ve decided to tone it down and have come to the decision that that’s OK. Instead, I’ve found a few minutes to thumb through the pages of old favourites and steep myself into baths of warm, aromatic Christmassy prose and story. I’m revisiting ACW’s Christmas anthology; recognising the pain in Dave Faulkner’s evocative Just Enough Light in the Darkness, smiling at Jane Anstey’s The Christmas Angel, and imagining the sheep in conversation in Gloria and Archie’s Nativity Story by Kirsty Wyllie. Growing up, my Christmases were fill...