Showing posts with label Christmas 2015. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Christmas 2015. Show all posts

Saturday, December 26, 2015

Boxing Day 2015. . . . . . . . .



We were good to each other over Christmas.
SHE decorated, wrote greetings, mailed cards and invitations, cooked, baked,
 cleaned, wrapped. . . . and of course shopped a bit.
HE shopped, shopped, shopped. . . . . . . blew away the leaves, uncorked the wine,
 filled the glasses, made the Christmas Eve toast for all 22 of us squeezed into the
 cottage, pulled the Christmas crackers, and washed all the glassware and dishes 
at midnight after the party was over.
We opened our gifts Christmas morning. . . . . oh my, Santa was generous.
I must have been good all year after all!

How about that awesome Christmas Night full moon!
I tried to get photos but none were very good.
The previous one was in 1977 - our first Christmas here in Raleigh.
The next one doesn't arrive until 19 years from now, 2034.
This makes one think, a lot, and wonder even more!

Today is Boxing Day, my favorite day of the year.
A time to take things easy.
Looking through my presents and taking photos.
Organizing leftovers - ham and split pea soup will be simmering soon.
'Bubble and squeak' will be frying in the pan.
Just enough Christmas Pudding left for supper.
Far too many mince pies and rum butter remaining. . . . . the diet
will have to wait. . . . . because as cute as they are, MY mince pies
they cannot have.

via Internet

Off to fill in my 2016 calendar - wonder where I'll go in this wide world in the new year!
Tonight, a movie at home. . . . . .but still much too warm for a fire.
 Tomorrow I'll work on a post about my lovely Christmas gifts,
and soon I'll tell you a story about some new, very special, 
winged friends who have taken up residence at the cottage!

Hope you all enjoyed a beautiful, peaceful and blessed Christmas.

Friday, December 11, 2015

It's beginning to look. . . . . . . . . . . . .


. . . . . . a lot like Christmas.











I'm almost there - decorating should come to a full stop this weekend. 
Creamy pillar candles and LED mini lights with timers are set in each room,
 lanterns are ready to be set on the porch steps, the cottage, bathed in soft 
floodlights come dusk, looks quite lovely. . . . . and I am ready to relax before
the holiday baking commences.
 Only thing left to add next week is fresh greenery on the mantel, and a bowl of
 white rosebuds for the table, so they will still be fresh on Christmas Eve.