Wishes. I cast them on the virtual winds.

HAPPY CHRISTMAS

Barney's a frying pan short of a steak. He put his head through the door to the dining room and said "I need another frying pan" looking accusingly round the room as if it might be lurking in here somewhere.
The sun is bright on the frosted lawn and the trees are as sharply outlined against blue skies as if they'd been cut out of black paper and stuck on. Soft mists rise and swirl, revealing distant horizons and blue hills.
I see from a quick trawl round blogs and flickr sites that we're all getting a little bit in love with winter's romance after an initial huddling down under the lengthening nights. And now the nights are getting shorter, and the weather (here anyway) is getting festive. No snow yet, or even likely but the fresh, bright crispness is good enough.

I wish you all unexpected joy and hoped for peace.
I hope for you all to spend time with loved ones and good friends.
May all your promises be fulfilled and all your wishes made possible.
May the winds of fortune blow kindly and fair on all that you attempt.

Happy Christmas to all my blog friends, acquaintances and lurkers:)
xxx (((((((everybody)))))))