RED

I think Christmas is about the colour red. Red for warmth, for love, for the candles lit next to the waxy Baby Jesuses or next to the porcelain ones from Spain, red for laughter and happiness, for celebration, for glam outfits and lips and nails of course. Sorry but I'm still a girl at heart. But then red is for danger.... what has that got to do with Christmas? Maybe it's the warning sign saying please be extra careful who you kiss underneath the mistletoe. Well these days, one probably doesn't just kiss underneath the simple mistletoe, ohhhh so maybe it's red for red lingerie. You never know. Red is definitely not for angels. So why put festive red bows everywhere if it's about hark the herald angels sing? Maybe angels have become sexy, so they're red now. Have yet to see a red angel anywhere although come to think of it they really should throw something decent on, as it is they're going to catch the cold of their lives in this chilly weather. Have always wondered, why do we have to go to Church covered from top to toe when there are scantily clad angels everywhere. Ok they are cute little cherubs, still covering a bit of butt wouldn't do any harm. Don't their mothers force heavy coats on mufflers on them the way my mother used to? I used to hate hate hate it. She'd say it was for preventing colds... but I'd still get sick anyway. I'd grumble about coats as a child... now I think Christmas is for fur coats... and I love them. I have 4, real fur (I'm ashamed of this but they were a present), longline ones to die for.

So still going red... beautiful.