WHO WOULD HAVE KNOWN

East of Bethlehem (picked up for a dollar at the markets and jazzed up with glitter) there is a lovely forest with white pristine horses.


West of Bethlehem is a quaint little village, the avenue lined with snowy pines.



Overlooking the baby Jesus is the tiniest 2cm angel dangling from the fluffy tree from Target last year. This would have made me scream with delight as a child, now I do it on the inside, as an adult.