Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow . . .
I have a fondness for the old classics when it comes to Christmas songs. As soon as I hear Andy Williams and Dean Martin on the radio it starts to feel like Christmas. And we need all the help we can get down here in New Zealand to bring on that festive cheer. With our seasons being the opposite to that in the Northern Hemisphere Christmas falls in early summer. That means no snow, no warming fires, no hats and gloves or chestnuts roasting.
Having spent the last week at home feeling very poorly – and a little bit sorry for myself – I was unable to get into the kitchen and cook up something delicious to post to my blog. Not being a particularly good patient at the best of times, this only made me more grumpy about being sick.
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Tracey O'Brien 
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