It hardly seems a moment since last Christmas, but here we are. We have just come in from watching the International Space Station (Father Christmas) sweeping across the sky and are cosied-up in front of the fire, watching Carols from King's. All the presents are wrapped and under the tree and the goose has survived the unfortunately-timed fridge breakdown. There is a lot of flooding around our little town, so we might not make it to midnight mass, but we're going to try. My boy is with us for Christmas for the first time ever, which is just a little bit brilliant.
There is a grey/parisian theme to my Christmas cards this year. This little guy posed for me beautifully on the edge of a frozen fountain in the Jardin des Tuileries and now he is wishing you the very merriest of Christmases and I am too!