I’ve been a collector of David Winter Cottages since 1987. These English cottages provide me with much joy. For Christmas, I set up a village scene on the long table in the front hall, using only the snow covered cottages and porcelain figures. And yes, even Scrooge is there too. Here’s one corner of the scene:
In 1992, I wrote the following, and was delighted to see it published in the David Winter Guild magazine:
“It was Christmas Eve and all was in readiness. We had recently returned from driving around town to see the beautiful lights. My husband Cliff had settled down in the family room to watch TV, while our daughter Carla was reading in her room. Magic was in the air.
Even though tomorrow would be a busy day, I chose to stay awhile in the living room. I looked fondly towards our Christmas tree, all seven feet of it, surrounded by the snow-covered cottages from my David Winter community. Christmas had worked it magic there, too.
The lovely church, A Christmas Carol, had lights flickering at the windows. Why, I could even hear the church bells. I took a closer look and was filled with warmth. It was alive. Voices were singing. An invisible congregation was singing Christmas Carols. If only I could go inside. Soon the doors swung open and joyful, singing folk from my community poured out. I knew and loved them all. There’s an elderly couple from The Village and, oh, there goes Bob Cratchit and Tiny Tim, the poulterer, with a small lad and, yes, even Scrooge. Guess he’s had a change of heart. Magic is in the air.
Close behind are the Fezziwigs and friends. I’ll bet they will stop at the town square gazebo to watch the iceskaters before returning to Mr. Fezziwig’s Emporium. A group of carolers and musicians followed, passing Snow Cottage and waving to the lamplighter up on his ladder.
Oh look, there’s “Merry Christmas, Uncle Ebenezer,” said Scrooge’s nephew Fred, “and a Happy New Year.” And a little further on, tucked back in the trees, sits Christmas in Scotland and Hogmanay.
I hear sleigh bells. Yes, here it comes, a beautiful sleigh pulled by a lively grey horse carrying a couple with a rug over their lap.
Suddenly, I was brought back to the present and not a bit eager to break the spell. But I know I can visit there again any time I want.”
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.