Almost ready for Christmas!

[alt_molly]

I have been baking up a storm, and I've spent the last two days delivering my baskets of biscuits, plum cakes, and jam to the neighbours and members of the barter network. Mercy, it seems as though my list gets longer each year, but I do enjoy the visits so. The Burrow is all decorated (Arthur put up the pine garlands and the holly this past weekend with much prickling and ouching) and it smells of cinnamon, cloves, and balsam from the Christmas tree. I just adore Christmas smells.

I still have a few gifts to organise, but I'm further ahead in my preparations than I often am by this time of the year. My, I'm looking forward to picking up the children from King's Cross station this weekend. I can't wait to have everyone under one roof again for the holiday.

(Speaking of which, Arthur, why on earth aren't you home yet?)

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[alt_arthur]

I'm sorry, Molly, dear. A few bobbles came up this evening in the preparations for the Ministry party this Friday that I'm trying to smooth out, but I should be apparating home quite shortly.

[alt_molly]

My goodness, how does that concern you, dear? You're not on the committee that's organising it, are you?

[alt_arthur]

Not technically, no. But they are planning on using Muggleborns to do the serving, you see, and the camp they had requisitioned from has had their work census drop quite a bit due to illness. Whooping cough. We don't want to introduce that with the hors d'oeuvres. So I've been scrambling tonight to find workers from a different camp to fill the work requisition.

As I said, I'll be home soon.

[alt_charlie]

Can't wait to be home, Mum. And I can't wait to see your face when you see what I got you for Christmas!