The uber-talented R J Scott is holding a two day Christmas Blog Hop - woo hoo! There will be tales of Christmas, good food and knowing R J, lots of wine!
She asked me for a Christmas memory and I have to admit I was hard-pressed to narrow it down. When you get to my age there are quite a few to choose from!
Then it hit me... the water butt. The upturned water butt to be precise. Would you like me to explain? Well... my mum was the second youngest in a family of thirteen children, and we used to spend Christmas at my Granddad's house. So you can imagine there were quite a few around the table. The smaller kids had a little table separate from the main dining-table and when you were old enough to join the big table (which basically meant tall enough to see the table from a normal sized chair) each one of us begged to get the quirkiest seat in the house. Granddad's giant blue upturned water butt with the cushion on the top! I hasten to add that it was emptied first!
I remember my first Christmas on the butt. I can clearly hear my mum saying now, "Look at her, she's been waiting years to get on that bloody thing. I should have just got her one of those for Christmas!" Happy memories, good times.
I wish you all a very Merry Christmas and hope you enjoy the holiday season. As my little gift to you, I am giving away a copy of one of my Christmas releases. All you have to do is leave a comment with your email and a winner will be picked out of the hat by my assistant (aka Gracie). Both releases are below, complete with blurbs, so don't forget to let me know which one you would prefer. Both are available from the 1 December :)
Don't forget to check out the other entries in the Hop and lovely pressies for you all to enjoy over at R J's Blog
When his last boyfriend broke his heart and stole his life savings, Glenn figured he would be much safer if he closed the door on love and threw himself into his job as head window dresser in a large department store.
Unbeknownst to Glenn, while he continues to build a wall around his heart, his Guardian Angel is plotting to give him his happy ever after involving a mannequin and a sprig of mistletoe.
Isaac didn't do the cold.
He didn't do singing either.
So trudging through the snow in minus temperatures, freezing his balls off to sing Fa lala to complete strangers, was not his idea of fun.
Until the tall, dark and handsome who opened the final door changed his mind.