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Archie’s Christmas Message (the Christmas song version)

Archie’s Christmas Message (the Christmas song version)


This year we wish you a Merry Christmas using the titles and lyrics of 40 Christmas songs – can you find them all?


Snow is most definitely not falling all around, yet still, children are playing and having fun.


I used to love a white Christmas almost as much as I love mistletoe and wine. The winters of 2009-10 and 2009-11 tested me sorely though. I discovered the pleasure of bunking off to go sledging in a winter wonderland isn’t quite the same when customers are calling frantically enquiring about their deliveries. So, these days I’ll settle for a really hard frost that causes the countryside to sparkle but doesn’t stop the cavalry.


2000 Miles

As I write, many of you will be driving home for Christmas, cars filled with presents; possibly a little something from Dubarry, or a shirt from RM Williams, maybe even tucking a sable (faux, of course), from Helen Moore under the tree. Wherever you’re travelling, we wish you a safe journey.


We don’t travel far, as Karen and I spend the day in Kelso. Though sometimes it can get so busy round here through December that I wonder if I’ll be home for Christmas – if only in my dreams.


What Christmas Means to Me

Most you, don’t start rockin’ around the Christmas tree until December. But for me Christmas started way back in January, when I did the buying for Christmas 2016. Before I set out to visit Barbour, William Lockie and Anna Lascata, I thought about what you’d want for Christmas. All I want for Christmas is you to be happy with the A Hume collection. I made a list, I checked it twice and right about now Santa should be loading it onto his sleigh pulled by his trusty lead, Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer.


Despite the hard work I never tire of Christmas. Let’s face it, everyone’s a kid at Christmas time. It’s most wonderful time of the year, I wish it could be Christmas every day.


When I was a little boy I used to lie in bed on Christmas Eve going through all the naughty things I’d done that year – pinching Fatty Gordon’s sweets (it wasn’t like he needed them), copying Swotty Dan’s maths homework (who needs maths? I have Karen for that) – was it enough to be struck off the list? Would I be the little boy that Santa Claus forgot?


One year I was awake for hours. It was a silent night and I lay listening for the reassuring sound of sleigh bells ringing. Wishing let it snow, let it snow, let it snow. Even though I knew it was another mark in the naughty column, I snuck out of bed, crept downstairs and peeked through the door to see if my parents were still up. What I saw nearly knocked me off my feet – I saw Mummy kissing Santa Claus! Jings, it would be a blue Christmas if Daddy ever found out.


Christmas Eve

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the office, not a sole was stirring, not even a mouse (it’s ok Karen – there are no mice). As the day comes to a close, the phones fall silent and the lights dim. Our hard work, for now, is once again complete.

Well, it won’t be long before Christmas now, – shh listen – here comes Santa Claus. Think I should sign off now and enjoy some chestnuts roasting by an open fire. All that remains to be said is thank you for your continued support and loyalty throughout 2016.


Merry Christmas everyone!