You get a real sense of what those times must have been like. The feeling of damp that goes right through you, the smell of coal in the air when you walk through certain parts of London, the bitterly cold evenings. It is enough to make you a humbug, but I love it. I love the feeling you get with the frost on your cheeks and hands, watching your breath come out in little plumes above your head, coming into a warm house with cozy candles lit and the gentle hiss of the radiator filling the room with warmth.
As I woke this morning and laid in bed for a few moments, looking at the frost around the panes of glass, I could hear Doris Day singing in my head and this is what she said:
Frosted window panes
Candles gleaming inside
Painted candy canes on the tree
Santa's on his way,
He's filled his sleigh
With things, things for you and for me
It's that time of year
When the world falls in love
Every song you hear
Seems to say
Merry Christmas
May your New Year dreams come true
And this song of mine
In three quarter time
Wishes you and yours
The same thing too
Candles gleaming inside
Painted candy canes on the tree
Santa's on his way,
He's filled his sleigh
With things, things for you and for me
It's that time of year
When the world falls in love
Every song you hear
Seems to say
Merry Christmas
May your New Year dreams come true
And this song of mine
In three quarter time
Wishes you and yours
The same thing too
(Ilustration by Edmund Dulac)