Leaving none, embracing all.

Overnight, the Father Christmas on the village green has gained a face mask. It wasn't there yesterday afternoon so Angus is inclined to think it's the work of our insomniacal new mayor.  He's never in the town hall when you'd expect / like him to be there. Instead, he  seems to do his paperwork at three in the morning. I wonder what his wife and children think about his sleep patterns ?  Some folks ( dog owners ) are early birds, others night owls.

Christmas Day passes uneventfully. Sophie rediscovers the wonders of gravy, turkey, roast potatoes and Brussel sprouts. The rest of her day is spent following Angus round the house in the hope that gravy, turkey, roast potatoes and Brussel sprouts will be served up on the hour, every hour. There is much washing of her muzzle.

A cloud free night. This morning this early bird and his furry companion are up and out early. The rising sun highlights a dozen or so satellites sauntering across the sky. We find the first light frost of the season on the grass.  Something about frost that triggers Sophie's DNA. This is Polish Lowland weather. She races ahead.  It's going to be a great new day.

It would seem life in Australia is going on pretty much as before. I didn't know this was a carol. The tune I recognize but where from ?  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VaQityuikJM