Christmas was close at hand, in all his bluff and hearty honesty; it was the season of hospitality, merriment, and open-heartedness; the old year was preparing, like an ancient philosopher, to call his friends around him, and amidst the sound of feasting and revelry to pass gently and calmly away. Pickwick Papers Charles Dickens
We’ve been looking at old family photographs, telling stories and I’ve been making raw goats cheese and mushroom pizzas for supper; raw vanilla and
coconut icecream; raw Christmas pudding (no thud pud!) and even more raw cacao which I call Melting Mayan Magic by Dawn and Ixcacao! (Mayan Goddess of Cacao, Fertility and Abundance).
However you spend this Christmas Eve and New Moon in Capricorn (symbolising new beginnings, rebirth), I wish you a magical time and such deep joy.
There is probably a smell of roasted chestnuts and other good comfortable things all the time, for we are telling Winter Stories – Ghost Stories, or more shame for us – round the Christmas fire; and we have never stirred, except to draw a little nearer to it.
A Christmas Tree by Charles Dickens