Christmas comes early

For some reason, Chris took it into his head to start searching for my Christmas present extra early. He found it already and it's hanging above the bed. It's The Singing Butler by Jack Vettriano.


It's nicely framed and I smile every time I look at it (or think of it hanging in our room). There something in the picture that I (and many others) just love, though I'm not very good at expressing why. Something about the moment that the couple is enjoying in less than ideal conditions. That's something I would like to remember, to find enjoyment at any time. And a maid and butler would be nice to have too.