Home for a White Christmas

I decided that the first year living in America I should try and spend a Christmas there - so booked return flights home the week before Christmas to experience some English style Christmas magic. I knew that in reality all this would really mean was a great opportunity to drink mulled wine and buy things like Bread sauce and stuffing to take back.

Things were busy in the run up but before I knew I was off on an overnight flight back home - only the second time I’d been back since moving over. My parents picked me up from the airport ( this is most unusual - the perks of emigrating 😀) and we had a love actually moment at Heathrow. Off we sped up to lovely Market Harborough for a few days of family time. My brother arrived just in time to order a take away curry ( priority number 1) - and we settled in with love actually, a curry and some baileys.

The next morning the most wonderful sight greeted me - actual snow and lots of it....like an excitable toddler I had to wake everyone up and pretty much force everyone out for a walk ‘ before cveryome else ruined the perfect drifts of snow’. So we layered up and headed into town. It was magical - snow on red postboxes, on top of the church roof - prettiness everywhere we looked.

We eventually trudged back home, and settled into a full Christmas dinner - a very memorable Christmas 🎅🏼🎄