Thank you everyone for your very kind comments about our Christmas preparations in the last post. I thought I would share a few more Christmassy images with you.
A few days ago J and I went to stock up at Whole Foods on the south side of Glasgow. J and her family were our downstairs neighbours in Aberdeen, and they moved to Glasgow just a few months before we did. I feel so blessed to have her nearby, as our friendship has deepened.
Whole Foods (which as many of you will know is an American organic supermarket) has a most wonderful Christmas display:
My own efforts at edible forms of Christmas decoration have not all been so successful. I had such an enthusiastic response to last year’s post, The Good, the Acceptable and the Ugly, in which I included some Christmas cookie anomalies (wouldn’t want to call them failures as such!), that I thought I would share some from this year with you:
Here we have the scary angel, a snowflake that a silver bird seems to have pooped on, a snowman who looks as if he’s been shot full of silver bullets, a very wobbly star, a dozy flower and a couple of burnt offerings.
It seems to me that the ingredients of the old familiar silver balls, and also writing icing, have changed. The silver balls never used to melt, and the writing icing doesn’t behave the way it used to. Well, a poor workman blames her tools! Nevermind, they are all tasty.
The tree smells lovely. Here is a photo that includes some very old beads from my great-granny May, straw ornaments that we bought in Bishop Hill, Illinois, and an ornament that we bought when we stayed at the wonderful Izaak Walton Inn in Glacier National Park one December. We took the train from Illinois, for two days and a night, and then hopped off just next to the hotel. It was a wonderful couple of days.
The little mouse in the red coat with an acorn-top hat is new this year, brought back from Portland, to remember my Dad by. I don’t really associate Christmas with my parents, not having celebrated it with them for many decades. So I don’t have the heartache of something missing this year, at least not as far as Christmas goes.
Do you know what the strangest thing is? When I was let into my Dad’s apartment, in the first week of November after he’d died, all our Christmas presents to him from December 2013 were on his coffee table! Unwrapped, but unused, and collected in a little pile. It reminded me of how we enjoy our little piles of presents on Christmas Day, and it warms our hearts to feel so loved by people. Perhaps that gathering of presents from us reminded him during the year that he was loved and thought of. Which, of course, is the true significance of any gift.
I will miss my Dad in September, which is when I Christmas shop for my American family and friends, in time to send them surface mail. As I posted our UK parcels this year, I felt keenly that it’s a privilege that we are all here to enjoy life, Christmas and each other’s friendship.
I wish you a really good weekend!