Good evening readers of the burn.

This evening I am reminded of a christmas eve spent at aunt ritas house. Of course her name wasnt aunt rita but will serve this evening as her name to protect the almost innocent.

I was a little boy of smaller height and curl. There I sat christmas eve, I hated it. (little did I know how later in life I would adore the inspiration received from that evening) I sat there, aunty Rita had a log fire going in her cottage, really crappy chintzy christmas decorations everywhere, and the room filled to the BRIM with family, a large buffet of lovely egg butties

(there is art in this story..it follows soon)

Now I only desire for a little cottage full of family, friendly and a log fire, crappy decorations etc….im half way there, I have a cottage, an open fire, I just need to borrow some family and eggs.

Back to this overly long story.

There I sat in my comically christmas waistcoat, I had recently started to like music…previous to this moment i had just liked what everybody else did, but going to college changed me, and i came accross this:

It was released for christmas, I sat in Aunty Rita’s, she had the radio on, they were about to say who was christmas number one…and I actually cared! i really wanted the above song to win, it was different…and good.

Alas it didnt get to number one, but still the memories of that day stay with me now, and will forever.

Its truly gorgous, and to this day remains on my itunes top played list, I do hope you enjoy it.

Safe dreams upon clouds of lilac