Look away now, all bah humbugs...
Bringing out the decorations, each whispering their own little stories of Christmas' past. Loved ones make their appearance on the stage of your minds eye, playing their roles with aplomb! Smiling an inner smile, you begin to create the stage anew for Christmas Present! What will this year bring? Food, presents, games, mishaps, shared jokes and laughter. Create a new script! Let's be merry and bright!
As a little girl, I used to go to a neighbours house (so I am told) and would always make a bee line for the bowl of walnuts on the hearth. This was such a repeated act, that said neighbours bought boxes of Walnut Whips to the hospital, for my Mum, after my sister was born. There is something about them, that I love to this day. Aren't they like little treasure boxes? Don't tell me you don't always take extra care, when cracking, just so you can get them to open perfectly down the seam. My children think they are boats for mice, fairies, the Elf Folk! I find them in the bathroom where they have been on their maiden voyages in the sink. In my family, we love to tell the tale of the gentle dentist, who prised open a walnut ever so carefully, lined it with velvet, placed a much hopeful diamond ring inside and resealed it. Placed among the Christmas bowl of nuts, his love found sparkle and love, instead of a walnut! Pure magic! The wonderfulness of folk....*sigh*
Light. Even if Christmas, makes you shudder with a perceived notion of hyper commercialism, falsity and plastic emptiness, how can fairy lights fail to make your heart glow. The gentleness of twinkle lights, winking through ever green, is simply the most affective antidote to freezing fog that I know of.
Stove is on a constant bubble, pans of cranberry chutney
...fluffy clouds of mash (heavens, how I am loving les pommes de terres....x If playing Comfort Food Top Trumps, Maris Pipers have super powers that would trounce even Chocolate!) The steam warming your frosty fingers, the scent of melted butter, the promise of cook's perogative....a big spoon full before dinner is plated up!
I recently read the lovely Nigella in a glossy, saying that life could be measured out in Christmas'. To me this seems so true, are there any Christmas' that you cannot bring to mind? How old you were, what happened that year, ones magical, ones a bit lacking, poorly ones, well ones, first ones, final ones.
Back to decorations again, but they bring this home to me. Each ornament a time, a memory a person. I bought some glass robins this year, in memory of my Nana. In memory of Christmas' past sat on the kitchen step in a Skye house, looking at the coal fire, eating a whole selection box, only getting half way through a showing of Watership down, till someone rushed up the stairs to pop 50p in the meter, above the cuckoo clock!
Enjoy this run up to Christmas! You know where I am when you are sick of the high street! Come and have a cuppa!