The snow is falling outside and it has turned our cottage community into a winter wonderland. I fear it has also turned the roads into a nightmare, making me very glad I decided to do the big pre-Christmas food shopping trip yesterday. As I drove home, my vehicle filled with enough food to feed an army, I was struck by the same feeling I have the moment I board a plane for my next adventure.
All the planning, the lists, the mad scramble to get out the door and to the airport in time for my flight - when they close the plane door it's a done deal. I may have forgotten to pack something or do some important errand at home before I left, but at that point it is too late. It's both an exhilarating and terrifying feeling. And that's the feeling I had driving home yesterday. Shopping was a done deal. I will not be entering a store of any kind again until after Boxing Day.
Today will be spent watching the snow fall, listening to some Christmas music, and making cut-out sugar cookies. I think that's just about the best kind of day there is, don't you? But first I wanted to share a little bit of our first Christmas here at our cottage with you. This manger scene is from Mexico, and has been in our family for many years. It has been carefully packed away for almost a decade. I finally have a mantle to put it on where it will be out of harm's way. Harm being loosely defined as our cat.
My Korknisse have put on their appropriate winter attire, and the angel chimes finally have candles.
Rose windows help brighten these darkest days of the year.
These reindeer have been a family favourite for many years.
It would hardly be a Hammond Family Christmas if we didn't have an appliance break down. This year it was the washing machine, which died Monday. We have been promised the new washer and dryer will be delivered before Christmas. I sure hope they are telling the truth, since there will be eight extra people showing up for various lengths of time. It would be nice to be able to offer them clean towels. And one of those people is Lucy. I think in terms of dirty laundry one baby equals about three adults.
In case you are wondering about our broken appliance tradition, here are the links to the story of how it all started. It is a tale of Christmas disaster like no other. It might not be quite as famous as A Christmas Carol, or It's a Wonderful Life, but it has become something of a tradition here at North of 49 to share this each Christmas. So find a comfy chair, make a cup of tea or hot chocolate, and enjoy a story of a holiday gone wrong. Very, very wrong.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7
Merry Christmas to all of you! May your homes be filled with family, good food, and holiday cheer. And last, but certainly not least, may all your appliances keep working over the holiday season.