Archie’s Christ­mas Mes­sage

Archie Hume of A Hume Coun­try Cloth­ing shares his thoughts on Christ­mas us­ing the ti­tles and lyrics of 35 songs

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Snow is most def­i­nitely not fall­ing all around, yet still, chil­dren are play­ing and hav­ing fun. I used to love a white Christ­mas al­most as much as I love mistle­toe and wine. The win­ters of 2009-10 and 2010-11 tested me sorely though. I dis­cov­ered the plea­sure of bunk­ing off to go sledg­ing in a win­ter won­der­land, isn’t quite the same when cus­tomers are call­ing fran­ti­cally en­quir­ing about their de­liv­er­ies. So, these days I’ll set­tle for a re­ally hard frost that causes the coun­try­side to sparkle but doesn’t stop the cav­alry.

2000 miles

As I write, many of you will be plan­ning on driv­ing home for Christ­mas, cars filled with presents; pos­si­bly a lit­tle some­thing from Dubarry, or a shirt from RM Wil­liams, maybe even tuck­ing a sable (faux, of course), from He­len Moore un­der the tree. Wher­ever you’re trav­el­ling, we wish you a safe jour­ney.

We don’t travel far, as Karen, my wife, and I spend the day in Kelso. Though some­times it can get so busy round here through De­cem­ber that I won­der if I’ll be home for Christ­mas.

What Christ­mas means to me

Most of you, don’t start rockin’ around the Christ­mas tree un­til early De­cem­ber. But for me Christ­mas started way back in Jan­uary, when I did the buy­ing for Christ­mas 2018. Be­fore I set out to visit Bar­bour, Wil­liam Lockie and Schof­fel, I thought about what you’d want for Christ­mas. All I want for Christ­mas is you to be happy with the A Hume col­lec­tion. I made a list, I checked it twice and right about now Santa should be load­ing it onto his sleigh pulled by his trusty lead, Ru­dolph the red-nosed rein­deer.

De­spite the hard work I never tire of Christ­mas. Let’s face it, ev­ery­one’s a kid at Christ­mas time. It’s the most won­der­ful time of the year, I wish it could be Christ­mas ev­ery day.

When I was a lit­tle boy I used to lie in bed on Christ­mas Eve go­ing through all the naughty things I’d done that year – pinch­ing Fatty Gor­don’s sweets (it wasn’t like he needed them), copy­ing Swotty Dan’s maths home­work (who needs maths? I don’t do the books around here) – was it enough to be struck off the list? Would I be the lit­tle boy that Santa Claus for­got?

One year I was awake for hours. It was a silent night and I lay lis­ten­ing for the re­as­sur­ing sound of sleigh bells ring­ing. Wish­ing let it snow, let it snow, let it snow. Even though I knew it was an­other mark in the naughty col­umn, I snuck out of bed, crept down­stairs and peeked through the door to see if my par­ents were still up. What I saw nearly knocked me off my feet – I saw Mummy kiss­ing Santa Claus! Jings, it would be a blue Christ­mas if Daddy ever found out.

Last Christ­mas

I had to deck the halls alone be­cause Karen was so busy work­ing. But joy to the world, twas the night be­fore Christ­mas when work stopped. As the day came to a close, the phones fell quiet and I swear I could hear jin­gle bells.

This year, as ever I’m wish­ing for just a lit­tle bit of peace on earth and plenty of joy to the world. It won’t be long be­fore Christ­mas - shh… lis­ten - here comes Santa Claus. Think I should sign off now, then go en­joy some ch­est­nuts roast­ing by an open fire.

But just one fi­nal word be­fore I do - from all at A Hume, we wish you Merry Christ­mas. And all the best for 2019.

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