The conversation about when it is an acceptable time to start thinking about Christmas always seems to be a contentious one. For me personally, and Chris reluctantly, that’s sometime around mid-November. After my mum’s birthday and right around the time they start finishing the set up for the Edinburgh Christmas market, I just can’t help but start craving a mince pie. Thankfully I work with some equally enthusiastic people, so when some of us found ourselves with a free Friday afternoon we couldn’t help but ease ourselves into the festive season. Rhona hosted us, Trish made her delicious brownies, and the heavily pregnant Charlotte brought some non-alcoholic bubbly. We chatted our way through The Holiday, and nibbled on baked goods for the whole afternoon. I left feeling thoroughly festive and eager to start ringing in the Christmas season.
Continuing the festive theme of the weekend, the next day happened to be our annual Sinterklaas party, hosted by Suzanne and Anna. Suzanne first introduced us to the Dutch tradition a few years back, and ever since we all annually agonize over a poem for the mandatory secret Santa. We had a fantastic evening exchanging presents and laughing our way through the poems. It was as wonderful as it always is and I’m pleased to report that I think our group poetry skills are slowly improving. Chris and I ended the weekend by putting up our little Christmas tree. We bought a small live one and filled it to the brim with all the decorations we were given as newlyweds. It’s a bit on the Charlie Brown side and I smile every time I pass it. We also started a new tradition this year of ordering Chinese food and watching Home Alone 2 while putting up the tree and surrounding decorations. Something tells me this tradition will last a while. Chris and I are heading home to Canada for Christmas but before we catch our flight we’re determined to fill the next few weeks with as much Scottish Christmas as possible. Bring on the mince pies and hot whiskey.
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