Earlier in the week I had in mind a serious exploration of Christmas, of yuletide stress, of over consumption, of the weight of expectation. All those things, but I've moved on and realised I quite like Christmas. The lead up to Christmas will always be slightly stressful for me, but that's part of what makes it good. The food preparation, gift selection and making, the logistics. I get a bit grimbly about the "magic" of Christmas being women's work but once I let go a little and realise that perfection is not expected or even desirable, it's mostly fun. I like it that my family can all get together despite divorce and re-marriage. I like it that G and I write wish lists and that the house is invariably filled with new music. I like it that there's a present under the tree for each of us from Grace and that we pretend that she chose them (it won't be long). I like it that we'll be having roast chicken and sago plum pudding and even that it may well be raining (that's my Christmas wish afterall). And I love boxing day, eating leftovers and doing a lot of nothing much.
Tonight while I was waiting for the pasta to boil, I made some trashy treats, White Christmas and this fudge. All microwaveable and yummy. Tomorrow I'll package them up as an adjunct to the official kringle. I have mixed feelings about the kringle, but given the number of steps and outlaws attending, it seems to work. But I quite miss trying to come up with a present for everyone.
Anyways, I'd like to wish all readers, lurkers and people who pop in from google a Merry Christmas (or holiday of your choice). It's been real. Relax, stay safe and have a good one! See you after Christmas.
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* I've had this carol on my mind all week. It has a more interesting history than I imagined. Sometimes in my head it would morph into the Banana Splits Tra la, la, La la la.. and I'd be flipping from fa la land to tra la land. It's been a long week...