An Afternoon Affair

"The weather outside is frightful
but the fire is so delightful",

as Dino sang. I have been trying very hard to feel guilty for what we have been doing in the afternoons for the last few weeks, but I can't. Instead, I feel warm, happy and romantic living in the lovely world of Christmas snow with log fires, goodwill and the small town life of close knit communities. The kind of places we used to have, but have now passed into nostalgia.
Just what have we been doing every afternoon at 3.15 on the dot, after Molly has come in (her Winter curfew)? We light the cinnamon candles, make the tea, slice the stollen, sit by the fire and overindulge in romance in the form of Christmas movies with snow, eggnog, cookies and all the things that make up the truly wonderful Christmas that dreams are made of. The romance that can only happen at this special time of year when the frost is on the ground and you crave the warmth of your fireplace with that special someone.
For us, these afternoons have almost become an addiction, but I'm sure that when our 'flu has gone, and the sun arrives, the plot will have the same obsession it has always had, meanwhile we are enjoying the naughty but nice ninety minutes a day.