Ho ho ho, well hello!

Christmas jingles are merrily bouncing through Achilles walls, and Mariah has reassured us more than a few times that all she wants for Christmas is, indeed, us. The tree’s alight, presents wrapped up snug under its branches, and we’re busier than elves. Santa Claus is coming to town and he’s keen on some Reindeer Milk! 

Everyone thinks Santa has a lot on his plate this time of year - well we give him a run for his cookies.

Whether you realise it or not, every single one of you decided long ago that you were going to be great, and that you were going to work your Santa hats off to make Lewis Road Creamery the greatest. This incredible marathon of a year is on it’s last leg; you can see the finish line! You have your wits, your talent, your skills, your guts, and your team supporting you. 

What the mind can conceive, the mind can achieve.

A very important thing that I’ve been learning more and more is to let go of self doubt. And to trust my gut. 

Those innate feelings that bubble beneath the surface — well, go on — listen to them! You all wouldn’t be the fantastic people that you are, and able to do the phenomenal things you’re doing, if that one critical person hadn’t lead you to right here, right now — you!  

Yes, there is always that chance your gut instinct has taken a wrong turn. But don’t let the possibility arrest your momentum. Be provocative and don’t consistently second guess yourself.

Give your 'silly' idea the time of day, you never know what could become of it. Proof is in the satirical LRC Reindeer Milk pudding. And we went the extra mile. Who else could pull off the extraordinary but us?

Never ignore a gut feeling, but never believe that it’s enough. 

Finally, a warm, wonderful welcome to Gabby! We’re thrilled to have you on board with us. 

If I don’t see you next week, have a holly jolly Christmas filled with mistletoe & mischief, Team!

PS. Some last words to mull over with a well-deserved 'Scandal'-sized glass of wine (Olivia Pope, anyone?).

If everything seems under control, you’re not going fast enough.

...On, Rudolph, yeehaw!