Christmas is a wonderful time of year. Not for the presents, but for the GOOD things that come with the season. The memories of happy childhood memories, traditions re-visited and traditions created anew. I had a wonderful family event which has been happening for over a decade now. It is a gift exchange where all things which are brought must be homemade and for anyone. Each year gifts change, and yet some people have become specialists in their own unique gifts... one cousin creates games, on makes flannel pillowcases, an uncle is a master fudge maker, and an aunt always makes knitted items. Initially there was pressure to preform. But, as time has passed the pressure has mellowed and now there is a looseness and degree of silly fun. So good.
As spouses and children get added to the mix, the size of the event grows. As a result one cousin sent out an email asking everyone to report what they had brought and got. As a result of this email exchange, the spirit of my Mum popped very quickly to the surface. It seems now that despite this event being Christmas related, there is without a doubt an underpinning of it being a annual remembrance of Mum-- given that it is the 3 sisters and their family who attend. We all still come together, her death not something that cleaved us apart but instead glued us together.
Mum LOVED Christmas. The decoration, the anticipation, definately the baking (oh, her Christmas cake still makes my mouth water just from memories...) and you know? I continue to make things she did as a tribute. Like whipped shortbreads and PB balls. And I have forged my own traditions. As I endeavor to create the same magical environment for my children that she did for me and G, but also to keep it alive for N and J who never had enough time to feel her passion for the season.
Her lectures on giving, not getting are still remembered. That it is not whether it cost a one penny or one million, but the thought is what counts. These continue to ring so true. I love the giving, and when I get that simple thing so steeped in thoughtful contemplation of me I treasure it. Be it a pen, or an old t-shirt worn soft but passed on for sentimental reasons.
Today I got out for both work, and also in search of those very things I need to assist in the bringing of Christmas magic to my house, to my friends, my loved ones and even my community.
