It was that time of the year and Ellie was filled with excitement just at the thought of having everyone home for Christmas. The tree was up and had been decorated overnight with sparkling lights and red taffeta ribbons. In the centre of the dining room table, a dark purple candle let out a sweet scent of cinnamon as it burned away in the end of the afternoon light. The fragrance brought happy memories to Ellie’s mind while she set out the Christmas table around it. Plates, glasses and golden napkins…and a cracker for everyone!
The room gave out onto her beautiful country garden that seemed frozen in a painted still life. Out of the window, a robin jumped along the frosted lawn on its way it seemed to its very own Christmas Eve celebration.
Proud of the overall result, Ellie went back to the kitchen to check on the turkey that was slowly cooking in the oven.” I just have the time to change and make myself pretty before they all get here” she thought with a smile.
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