The callistemon in my garden is looking very festive, deciding to throw out a random crimson flower for the occasion.  If you squint your eyes up tight and look at the bloom through the bottom of a wine bottle you can almost see Rudolph and his mates pulling Santa across the sky on route to deliver presents to all the lovely little children across the world.  Maybe you have to drink the contents of the bottle first for it to work.

12 thoughts on “Festive

  1. Rudolph stopped me in passing on the roadside in the Arctic and asked me to tell you that he is expecting a small sherry to be left out for him at the bottom of your stairs. And not to forget the mince pie.


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