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The Country Celebrant: The Country Celebrant: Christmas Weddings:

I was asked today whether I had ever conducted a wedding at Christmas.  It got me thinking .... I never have and I wondered why that might be.

What influences the choice of date?  Is it that we are most likely to have decent weather in the summer, or is that the choice of flowers and the comfort of a beautiful dress without the worry of being cold is uppermost in our minds?

Christmas is a time for family and couples often get engaged at Christmas, but actually if your family are all around you anyway - why not get married then.

I feel I posing more questions than I am answering; historically the short days of winter are a quiet time and what better way to spend a quiet time than celebrating your love for one another?

 A wedding dress in sumptuous velvet, red and gold and green decorations, such a panoply of light and delicious scents everywhere. 

The weather is expected to be dreary - if you were really lucky there might be snow, but a crisp frost and that wonderful clear light followed by inky darkness and the warmth of log fires and spicy mulled wines.

I am getting rather enthused by this plan ... possibly a little late for 2017, but for next year, why not!

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