Each Christmas I remember The ones of long ago; I see our mantelpiece adorned With stockings in a row. Each Christmas finds me dreaming Of days that used to be, When we hid presents here and there, For all the family. Each Christmas I remember The fragrance in the air, Of roasting turkey and mince
Summer finally arrived and the dogs have had at least one swim a day (in the big pond in the plot). Hanie’s brother has already been in a real situation and retrieved a duck from the water. He lives in an area where they can hunt and one of the shot birds landed in the water.