My very earliest and fondest memory of Christmas alongside opening a Tiny Tears doll! Is standing in the freezing cold with my family of five on Oxford Street!
Waiting eagerly for the man to hand over a bag of sweet, soft and delectable roasted chestnuts! How the hot steam would swirl out of the brown paper bag. Such a welcoming warmth to our frozen fingers!
I recreated the chestnut memory for my little ones today, but not on Oxford Street but in the comfort of our cozy home! My very nearly 3 year old son thought they were chocolates and wanted to eat them raw! But I prepared them alongside him and then he took great enjoyment opening them once cooked, to reveal the yellow fleshy kernel!
Such a beautiful day! And more brilliant memories made xxxx