We probably won’t quite have home-grown plums on Christmas Day, but I don’t think we’ll be waiting too long.
And the tinsel — less a seasonal touch than an attempt to keep the birds from eating the fruit.
Advent Calendars weren’t part of my Presbyterian upbringing; so I was largely unaware of them until the boy-child was little and he began to receive as gifts the kind with little chocolates behind each window. Then a cousin sent him a lovely quilted version with numbered pockets to be filled with goodies.
Despite its Winnie the Pooh fabric, the Calendar remained in use until my son left home, and probably would still be pressed into service except that I can’t find it.
For the last couple of years I sought alternative solutions; the row of goodie bags that could be hung in a flat bedroom, a box with numbered envelopes.
I’m not sure whether it’s a lack of imagination or a general ambivalence towards Christmas, but this year we’re going calendar-free and I wonder if he will even notice.
An inexplicably swollen ankle has kept me a bit house-bound the last few days, so I’m recycling a pohutukawa photo from last week — albeit with a bit of Xmas bokeh.
(Merry Christmas and a happy New Year)
Perhaps I’ll be infected by some Christmas spirit in the next few days, but right now I’m feeling grateful that it looks like the day will pass quietly without the usual rushing from one place I don’t want to be, to the next.
I expect that once I begin wrapping presents, my desire to create little works of packaging art will kick in and I’ll end up in a frenzy of ribbons and embellishments. Meantime I can content myself rearranging the token bowl of tree ornaments brightening up the coffee table.
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I am trying to reduce the amount of packaging waste I generate, and while I can’t do anything about the plastic and cardboard encasing the little one’s train set, I figured I could at least deliver it in something useful.
‘Cos seriously, what boy doesn’t collect stuff?
*mokopuna (often shortened to moko) is the Maori word for a young grandchild, niece, nephew — or in our case, first cousin twice removed.
Isn’t moko so much nicer.
Enthusiasm for Christmas is a bit thin on the ground here. The Big T is exhausted from his almost constant business travel, the boy-child has been sick with a throat infection and I’m — well — I’m just not that into it.
I did hunt out the box of decorations with the intention of putting some up around the place.
Instead, I ended up photographing them.
Oh well, there’s always tomorrow. Or next year.
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