the most wonderful time

Christmas trees and lights, his mother’s ornaments – long, fat and Victorian – wreaths of garland and holly berry winding around door frames and banisters. Wrapping paper and bells jingle belling. Nat King Cole.

Warmed mince pies covered in brandy butter – the kind that clears your head. Sparkling wine and sherry in thick little goblets, lead and heavy. Chocolate truffles – Belgian, flaked. Cheese and smoked salmon and olives and celery. Drinks of cinnamon.

Midnight Mass, smothered in spirit. Candles, mangers and myrrh. The smell of Christmas carols. Deep breaths. Adestes Fidelis. The tingle of it on your skin. Sing: “Children come to the children’s king.” Holy Name.

Christmas Day, presents hid inside the tree. By the fireplace. Morning porridge with honey and almonds. Back into the cold. And the warm again. Turkey and table gifts. Stuffing balls and sausages wrapped in bacon. Christmas pudding, all aflame, heavy cream. Christmas Crackers. Christmas Crowns.