Christmas spirit

old tinsel-horns here didn't appear to be in much of a festive mood as Em and I went merrily skipping about the architectural reclaim yard and gift gallery to do a spot more shopping. We stopped by to say 'hello' to John the Smithy who we met a couple of months ago. Back then we got chatting as we watched him working and it turns out he has visited Mystic CT several times, particularly the Seaport. Very small world. Today we huddled inside the doors watching as the fire took hold, twisting fingers of thick white smoke curling up the flue. Later a gathering of Godchildren at the "Godmothers" house, complete with mulled wine, mince pies and cake baking. We left business for another day.