Mainly my Christmas wish is for time. I never seem to have enough of it. Even at non-festive times of year, I seem to always have more ‘to do’ on my list than ‘done:’ clothes to make and mend, quilts in various stages of gestation, odd socks to chase, forms to fill, ideas to try, houses to clean and fix damp patches in, logs to bring in, children to dress, feed and entertain, apples to peel… you know what it’s like. And at Christmas, even though we are going away and I won’t be doing much cooking at all, everything steps up a gear. Moving house isn’t helping. As our little tree went up and the decorations came out of the box, light fixtures came down and paintings started to make their way into the box.
As I type, the black cake sits patiently in the kitchen, waiting to be iced, and a huge pile of (folded, good grief) washing sits on the coffee table to be packed for the holiday. But despite all the rushing around, Christmas is also a time for quiet reflection, which can make it a bit of a sad time of year. As the nights are at their longest and we gather with friends and family, thoughts can so easily drift to those not with us, to regrets and musings over the year gone by. It’s a big old cog that keeps turning, this time thing, and the days get longer, and warmer, and summer comes -and goes- again. Today I was sitting on the floor with Sol on my lap and we were making the Otis on the sofa laugh above us by popping up. I suppressed the need to start dinner and do the hundred other things that do really need doing and just relaxed a bit. The wheels will continue to turn; bad times, they pass; and the good moments must be enjoyed even in their brevity.
I’ll be away from my blog for a while to soak up the sherry (and atmosphere) so I’ll sign off for now. Merry Christmas to you all, and best wishes for the new year.