gingerbread after x'mas

happy new year!

Mister Winter

Winter has brought to the land snow among north-easterly wind. Making a list and checking it twice before raising hell in the forest by waving colours away as the wind sang lullaby to the woozy creatures submitted to its hypnotic chant. He made his presence known by leaving presents along his trail like crunchy carpet of gold and scrumptious yet poisonous red berries to amuse his keepers, crows.

Trees, being the humble servants they were, bowed and weaved an upside-down nest in mid-air hosting any tired birds observing their ways. Underneath turned an archway but whom were they welcoming? Ladies in borrowed fur, old men famous for their time-stand-still tricks, Eskimo children, Siamese-twins-couples, dogs that being dressed to the nines, mothers out for a stroll with their babies wrapped up like beans with a face.

Such was the colour grey while the cold frosting coated the skin a tint of silvery-white, soon to be melted by the warmth of bronze, orange, burgundy, cream and gold, once they set their senses on cinnamon, citrus, wine, blanket, fireplace and twinkle lights.

holiday making sessions

Before and after the goodness of mince pies which claimed to be 'Santa's favourite' on the box, this was what I've done. First time I sewn from pattern like this and was puzzled assembling the pieces until I realised there were extra(wrong) patterns in the pack. My advice is 'Read the instructions'.

Extracts

Person A: I supposed to go to a house warming party yesterday but couldn't be bothered. Today there's another one.
Person B: People must be cold these days, huh?

The supermarket refused to refund empty cans of evaporated milk, saying that customers should have read the label.