Huddled up by a roaring fire, with festive tunes playing through a little speaker, I got up to check on the Christmas dinner.
Beef stew bubbled away in the oven, the warming smell filling our little cabin.
I dished up and my husband Trevor and I sat at the table, just the two of us.
It certainly wasn’t the big, extravagant Christmas I was used to.
But then I took a look out the window, at blankets of crisp, untouched white snow glistening across our land and dusting the treetops – and I realised it was all worth it.