Bought, not stollen

Today was one of the regular quirky days that makes me glad I live here. A bunch of villagers stopped by our house this evening and sang a couple of Christmas carols, then went to sing for someone else. It's a little bit strange and a lot friendly.

As its so flimming freezing out there we warmed up a plate of stollen for them to tuck into (but only after the singing, of course!).

Good will to all, that's what this season is about.