#Countdown to Christmas

[theoreocat]

Oh Christmas Blep 😛🎄

[hallmark-movie-fanatics]

[devondraws]

Countdown to Christmas // Advent day 15! Henry and Charlie :)

Henry design is @cerkowah , charlie is mine

[brunchbinch]

Gingerbread Cheesecake Cookies (x)

[sundove88]

Countdown to Christmas Day 11- Snom

Day 11 gives us the tiny baby bean, SNOM!!!

They’re so tiny and I wanna hug them altogether and squeeze em!!

Give me a thousand of them and we’re set forever!!

[heelanhomestead]

Beautiful December skies, just sitting back and enjoying the magic of nature …☺️🎄

www.heelanhomestead.co.uk

[dailychristmas]

119 days until Christmas 🍪

[shadowisabean]

Day 22 Doggie Advent Calendar 🐶📆

[natsuki208]

16th December 2024 🎀

So Jean cooked a nice Christmas turkey (though a tiny bit burned) while Sasha has her suckling pig complete with vegetables. However, neither of them expected it to be a tie.

[dearchloe]

1 december

"I'll send you a copy of that application when I file it, anyway."

"Thanks, Jess." Ivy hung her jacket up behind the door of her office and took down her coat from the peg. The quiet and select surroundings of the chambers in Duke Street could never be called bustling, but today, late on the afternoon of a dreary Sunday when no one wanted to do anything other than curl up in front of the TV, they were the only people left in the building, and she was in as much of a hurry to get home as anyone else.

"No worries. If you wait to get it back from the court, you won't see it until January."

"It would be funny if it wasn't true." She fastened her scarf around her neck and shook hands with the other woman. "Are you heading my way?"

"The Tube station."

"Oh, I'll walk with you."

"Great." Jess finished buttoning her coat, threw one bag over her shoulder, and picked up another. If there was one thing that you couldn't do as a barrister, Ivy reflected, it was travelling light. "Ready?"

"When you are."

The two of them set out, winding their way through the dim corridors of the courthouse and making small talk which had nothing to do with their case until at last they found themselves in the fresh, crisp air of the street outside.

"Do you go over the bridge?" Ivy asked. Jess shook her head.

"I normally go through the High Street. The lights are lovely at the moment, too."

"Sounds like a plan." With a shared nod, the two lawyers turned to the left and followed the road, around the grand sweep of the corner and into the pedestrianised stretch which made up the town centre. Ivy had to admit that Jess was right. The lights, though nothing out of the ordinary, were effective in the gathering gloom of the early winter evenings, and they reflected in beautiful fractals from the rain-soaked paving below. Between the lights above and the lights below, individuals and families, wrapped in their winterwear, hurried one way or another, bound home for the evening or out for a meal, and above the quietly murmuring voices came the unmistakeable sound of Christmas music, piping from one or another of the shops lining the sides of the street.

Ivy only realised she had stopped when Jess paused ahead to look back at her with a questioning expression, and the brunette smiled sheepishly, hurrying to catch up. "Sorry. Just, it looks exactly like a Christmas card."

"It really does." The two linked arms, and continued on their way, steps falling unconsciously into time with the rhythm of I Saw Three Ships Come Sailing In. "I tried taking a photo on my way home yesterday, but it doesn't show up very well. Maybe I should try with a proper camera instead of just my phone."

"It couldn't hurt."

They slowed as the road grew busier, and Jess craned her neck over the heads of the crowd to see what was causing it. "Oh, that's cute. It's Santa's Grotto, look."

"Rather him than me," Ivy remarked, gathering her coat more closely around herself. "It's too bloody cold to sit around out here all night."

"Scrooge."

"And proud of it."

Jess rolled her eyes. "Where's your Christmas spirit? Come on, this way."

Ivy, taken by surprise and already in Jess' grip, had no choice but to go with her colleague as they made a beeline across the road towards the grotto. "What are we doing?"

"We're going to get in the Christmas spirit."

The brunette eyed up the scene in front of her and did not like the obvious result. "Oh, come on. This is the kind of thing you have to be drunk to do if you're older than about seven. And I'm not drunk, Jess."

"Well, it'll make a nice change for him." The blonde winked at her, steering her to the end of the line, where Ivy made a rapid survey of her fellow queuers and decided that, excluding the parents, they were the oldest by about two decades. "Come on, live a little."

"I'm here, aren't I?"

At last, they reached the front of the queue, and Jess pushed Ivy forwards, a look of almost sadistic glee on her face. "After you."

Glaring back at the other woman, unaware of quite how stroppy this made her look, Ivy stood somewhat awkwardly beside the red-suited man who sat at the centre of the Grotto, surrounded by his retinue of elves and mumbled "Um, hi." All her erudition, so present in court, seemed to have deserted her, and she had a sudden overwhelming feeling of embarrassment. She was, in fact, tongue-tied.

The man smiled up at her from behind his white beard. Ivy had to admit that he was at least a step above the normal charity-bucket Santa. The beard might even be his own, and he had properly twinkling eyes, and red cheeks — although come to think of it, her own were probably pretty rosy in this biting cold. "Not at all, my dear." Even his voice seemed right. "Come and see Santa."

If her cheeks hadn't been red before, they were now, as she walked slowly across to the old man and perched, slightly awkwardly, on the invitingly extended knee.

"Well now, little girl, have you been good this year?"

A very peculiar feeling passed over her. Ivy felt at once very large and very small, and the old man's face seemed suddenly to be a long way above her. There was an enormous lump in her throat, and when she tried to speak, all that she could do was gulp. The barrister made a couple of attempts to offer the snarky response she'd concocted, and then, giving up, just nodded.

"Excellent!" He beamed down at her, and she squirmed on his knee, feeling suddenly immensely uncomfortable for some reason that she couldn't quite put her finger on. "Then I'm sure you'll get everything you ask for from Father Christmas. As long as you're telling me the truth, that is."

Again, all that Ivy could do was nod, and Jess grinned at her as she got to her feet, suddenly recovering the use of her legs.

"See, that wasn't so bad."

Ivy, still unnerved by the experience, scowled in a way that made her colleague take a step back.

"Shut up."

[watchinghallmark]

[theoreocat]

Only two more days till Christmas!🎄

[mylittlevintageworld]

Only 4 more days 🎄🎁

[devondraws]

Countdown to Christmas//Advent day 8! Webkinz Peppermint and Gingerbread puppy!

[ladynikolinakonstantinovadobreva]

Nina Dobrev's Countdown to Christmas

2024

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[sundove88]

Countdown to Christmas Day 19- Inspekta

Day 19 gives us Inspekta from Great God Grove!

When this game came out, I thought it would be related to Psychonauts!

But no- it was something else entirely!

And I love the designs of the gods :)