OK, it was dark and my retinas were scorched by looking at (literally) four million Christmas lights—we had our traditional family day at Silver Dollar City yesterday—but I could have sworn the bag said “English Afternoon.” One of the freebies I got from the Bigelow promotion. But I can’t find an “afternoon” anything on the Bigelow website.
Long day, bone weary, but it was a good tired; pit-stopped at a McDonalds and ordered hot water to pop the bag in. (Always carry your own :). I may still have had a nose and mouth full of leather flavor from the leather shop we visited at the park, but in in the dark car on a a drizzy drive home, it tasted lovely and leathery like a darjeeling.
It can be Christmas now. We’ve seen the lights, ridden the train, listened to Grandpa tell the Christmas story to the accompaniment of Mannheim Steamroller’s Silent Night, and sat shoulder-to-shoulder with my child giggling and grinning together all through the Christmas Carol stage show. I cry every year. And it’s not because of the musical :)