Me: It’s First Advent. Only 3 weeks to Christmas.
Nell: Those are lovely photos of David and myself.
Me: I’ve been meaning to share them with everyone for quite some time.
Nell: Where’s the Christmas tree and what about the decorations?
Me: Kev and I decided to delay getting the tree until after the photographer has been because otherwise all the photos of the house will have Christmas in them.
Nell: What’s wrong with that?
Me: If it doesn’t sell quickly it will look wrong.
Nell: Our house could never look wrong.
Me: You know what I mean. But we’re having the four advent candles because that’s an important part of my German tradition.
Nell: And Herr Hoffmann’s.
Me: Exactly. This is his first Christmas away from home.
Nell: And we’re having roast beef with all the trimmings for Sunday lunch because that’s what Poppy wants us to do.
Me: How is she?
Nell: She says the Guardians are a little too fond of Christmas carols for her liking.
Me: I love a good carol.
Nell: Personally, I enjoy listening to Michael Bouvier.
Me: Don’t you mean Michael Bublé? The Canadian crooner.
Nell: No. I mean Michael Bouvier des Flandres the Belgian herding dog.
Me: Oh, I see. I wish I could talk to Poppy. I miss her so much.
Nell: You can. She’s usually listening.
Me: As for my sister Alex. How are we going to manage Christmas without her? It’s heartbreaking.
Nell: I know it is.
Me: I’m so glad we three sisters celebrated together last year. It seems unbelievable to think we lost her only a few months later.
Nell: She’s watching over you all with your mother and Mutley.
Me: Yes.
Nell: It’s time for Sunday Songs.
Me: Of course. Sorry.
Nell: No sorries. Not today.
