The light is beautiful in December. The sun sets into a milky yellow horizon as the first star shines brilliantly.
At the beginning of December, each year, we head off into the city centre to see the lights.
It's a bit of a tradition now, the spotting of the lights and the Jesus Sets.
We never miss this one. This year the donkey appears to be having a quick nibble of the baby's tootsies.
It's always a bonus to get some coffee and gingerbread.
Charlie reckons he can always manage chips so I imagine having got them once on our annual advent jaunt, next year it will be an expectation.
Finally the Jesus set outside Canterbury Cathedral. With its life sized characters of ethnically appropriate colouring and a basket of baby chicks under the manger, the children, who have seen this every year of their lives, briefly discuss the nativity, turn and walk the short walk home.
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