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My first 'English' Christmas


Christmas Morning
I awoke reluctantly, when I heard the excited children awake and eager to begin with the presents
I had only been sleeping for 3.5 hours since my 2 am Skype with my family back home
But then I remembered
It was Christmas morning, and I was going to church
I was excited about this 
I was able to sneak in another 45 minutes of 'rest' before getting ready for the day


It's Christmas!



 Hmmm no snow.... 
 But what a lovely day it turned out be
Thank you for all the love your poured out to me, in mail, emails calls etc.
Every single bit meant more then you will know.
I saved my mail for Christmas morning as a gift to open.
And I also was given a lovely gift by C&A to open
 
 I was so blessed by it all.

And from a dear friend of mine who wanted to remind me that love knows no distance. Mandy Joy, you are a blessing and a joy in my life. 

I went to Church, and was encouraged and enjoyed celebrating the birth of Jesus.
I had a delightful meal with C&A and their extended family that were so kind to include me.

And the most perfect end to a lovely first Christmas in England.
Downton Abbey Christmas Special
2 wonderful hours of a great story, that finally didn't have a cliff end
With the most kind and hospitable family who were all fans as well
Thanks goes out to Lisa and Christy for the invitation, it was the best way to enjoy Christmas away from home.




And the snail mail love keeps pouring in post Christmas.
Thanks again to all those who have sent mail. I truly cherish it all.



Thanks Risa for my parcel! I have enjoyed it already
And Jo, so creative you are, I shall definitely take you both with me so to share the journey with you!

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