Friday, December 25, 2009

the more things stay the same, the more they change

Merry Christmoose to all of you. I hope that you are finding joy in the company of family and friends during these darkest days of winter.

I am currently coasting on my breakfast of shortbread and oatmeal cookies, cherries and oranges, coffee and Bailey's, and some leftover wild Polish mushroom soup from last night. But the escalating turkey aroma is starting to drive me a little nuts, so I have decided I need to wrestle some nutrition from this big glass of red wine.

I've been looking through the Christmas cards that came in the post this month. I was particularly impressed to see three handmade cards amongst them. The craftsmanship is so beautiful and they fill me with a desire to make my own cards, but I am afraid of crossing over that line into over-achiever (or perhaps simply over-attempter) territory.

Another card that I particularly cherish is the one pictured above, from my German aunt. I love the old world feel of these German Christmas pictures. They put me in mind of the advent calendar like the one we had when I was growing up, for which I have been searching unsuccessfully for about ten years now. My aunt is the last relative left to whom I write Christmas cards in German and she, bless her soul, always writes back in English.

While Christmas tends to bring out the traditionalist in me, there is one tradition which I have failed miserably to fulfill this year. And it's a big one - leaving out the milk and shortbread cookie for Santa. I guess we stayed up too late watching crappy tv last night or something, but somehow I forgot to set out the offering before heading off to visions of sugar plums.

Santa still filled the Resident Offspring's stocking, but he made it abundantly clear in the note he left on the mantle that he was pissed. I'm just glad he didn't come up to our bedrooms and break our kneecaps.


Allison said...

Bahahaha! That's the best note. Santa takes those cookies seriously.

I love vintage Christmas cards. One of my favourite parts of putting up holiday exhibits in the museum was getting to go through all the old cards. Not to sound all cliche, but they really don't make them like they used to.

I used to do handmade cards...perhaps I'll get back in the spirit next year.

bloody awful poetry said...

Aww. Santa has quite the sense of humour, no? if one assumes that he was only joking by that note.
And vintage Christmas cards are so purdy. We got one from an aunt in Australia, and frankly it almost made me change my mind about my Canadian citizenship.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

He had me concerned, Al. I kept expecting to be set upon by a pack of rabid reindeer all morning.
Did you do handmade cards? I think it's such a lovely idea, and one of these years I am going to succumb.

I don't even want to speculate as to whether he was joking or not, BAP. I fear that twisted old elf has got some serious anger management issues.
You would trade allegences over to Australia because of a card? Man, that's harsh!

Dr. Monkey Von Monkerstein said...

I'm glad you Canadians celebrate Christmas on the same day we Americans do. It makes things so much easier for us all.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

Dr M, I understand that there is a private members bill being presented to parliament to change Canadian Christmas to five weeks ahead of American Christmas, just to maintain our distinct identity. Now that you guys are getting universal medicare.

S.M. Elliott said...

Wow. Santa's been shimmying down people's filthy chimneys and hauling around presents for ungrateful kiddies for at least a few must take true skill to piss him off!

BTW, you MUST share some of the mysterious-packages story!! I can't let that one slip by. Sounds too good.

Stephanie said...

Cross over! Come to the crafty side!

Barbara Bruederlin said...

I think perhaps the lack of shortbread was simply the final straw for Santa, SME. Maybe he has heard tales of how awesome our shortbread is.
In terms of annual mystery parcel, here's an explanation:

I am skirting around that line and I think I just will cross over, Stephanie. Others have gone before me and done good.

Jas B said...

I hope you had a wonderful Christmas, Barb. Wish you a very happy new year as well!

Barbara Bruederlin said...

I hope the same for you, Jas! I'm sure it must have been lovely to be able to spend the time with your family.

Anonymous said...

I was good about breakfast until today. The cookie monster in me overrode all nutritional sensibleness.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

One day off the wagon is pretty good, Leazwell. Unlike the rest of us who carry on for two weeks.