|The Orphans (1870) Philip Hermogenes Calderon|
Yes, I need to mention the harp. Where in God's name did they get hold of a harp? Plus, when you go busking in the snow, you don't usually drag a giant musical instrument with you. The damn thing is bigger than both kids, and not exactly portable in the snow. Mind you, it does give you a bit of an edge in the busking stakes. It beats a guitar hands down.
|Faith, Hope and Love M L Macomber|
Christmas is a time to remember, a time for recollection so strong that you lose any notion of the present as you wander lost in the landscape of the past. Winter is the season of reminiscence, of settling to some memory of times before. Each item of Christmas holds a bundle of history, it becomes impossible not to remember people no longer with us as I unwrap our tree ornaments, gathered over many years. I go through rituals with Lily that my own mother went through with me, I cook the same food, sing the same songs, plan the same time spent alone and with friends and family. I watch the same films, bake croissants, drive the plastic stakes of little plastic robins into the Christmas cake which I cook and ice with royal icing, hard and crisp as snow. Christmas is a time of repetition, made bittersweet by absence, when you become the person who taught you the rituals, and you in turn pass them down to the person will one day feel your absence as she too passes them down.
See you tomorrow.