That’s what’s left until Christmas Day.
Can you believe that?!
My kids are gearing up. They have started making their Christmas Wish lists, talking about the parties, the food, the holidays. They are eager to practice extra “goodwill” toward others. They are beside themselves waiting for the first really big snowfall. And they are already counting down the days until we head out to pick our perfect family Christmas Tree.
It reminds me of the giddiness of childhood, and I am so grateful for that. Before I had my kids, I’d kind of lost my holiday season mojo. Somehow, between high school, university, traveling, working…life…somehow, somewhere along the line, slowly but surely, I became a bit of a holiday cynic. Not a full on Grinch mind you. But a cynic. The holiday lights that went up right after Thanksgiving (bear in mind, I live in Canada, so Thanksgiving is in October!), the flashy displays at the chain stores and the sheer commercialism of it all left a really bad taste in my mouth.
Then in the midst of the hitting up all of the obligatory celebrations, in Japan and away from my family on Christmas Day, I met my future husband at a holiday party.
Fast forward to our sweet children being born, and I began to understand again, just why the holidays are such a big deal. It’s because they are FUN. And bring out a lot of joy in people. Especially children. Our bonds and love become stronger and traditions are made and kept. And that makes it all worth it, even if one must navigate 10 pounds of sale flyers stuffed into every newspaper delivered in the month of December.
My daughter has decided this year that she would like to include Kwanzaa, Hanukkah and a plethora of other celebratory decorations and traditions into our own. Kind of explore the lot of them. My son is on board if it means colouring more stuff and hanging it up And we’re good with that because it all comes down to love and togetherness. To learning we’re really not so different from one another, after all. Peace and goodwill and all that jazz. (Please, don’t cue the goofy “let’s all get along” music. I’m still not one of those glassy eyed – mushball- pathetic moms).
(OK, yeah, I have kind of turned into one of those.)
(The horror! The horror!)
(But, darn it, those kids…their big hearts…their sheer and utter goodness, love and light…they just have this other- wordly power! Who could resist it?)
So, I am embracing these next few weeks of holiday hooplah and know that for all of the madness, I will probably enjoy just about every single second of it.
…and there’s nothing wrong with that.
Bring on December!
…and a new POTW.
PICS OF THE WEEK
QUEENS HAMLET, BLACK FOREST (GERMANY)
One of my favourite POTW was the little River House (here). I liked it because it was tiny and quaint in a great big world. The Old Mill “Castle” nestled into its surroundings at the Queens Hamlet, Black Forest (Germany) is also quaint in its own very special way. And while the authenticity of this image has been debated, there is certainly no question of its unequivocal charm.
THERE ONCE WAS A MAN AND A CAT…
There is a sort of mythology that has begun to take shape around street musician, James Bowen and his rescue cat, Bob.
In what has become a well loved book (translated into many languages all over the world), A Street Cat Named Bob recounts how
When James found an injured, ginger street cat curled up in the hallway of his sheltered accommodation, he had no idea just how much his life was about to change. James was living hand to mouth on the streets of London and the last thing he needed was a pet.
Yet James couldn’t resist helping the strikingly intelligent tom cat, whom he quickly christened Bob. He slowly nursed Bob back to health and then sent the cat on his way, imagining he would never see him again. But Bob had other ideas.
Soon the two were inseparable and their diverse, comic and occasionally dangerous adventures would transform both their lives, slowly healing the scars of each other’s troubled pasts.
Impossible to sum things up more touchingly than that, right? Unless, you happen to be lucky enough to have these heartwarming shots of James and Bob traipsing all over the globe…and making friends all along the way.
Created by Kate Brown and Yolanda Cerra, Melbourne based, Kiss Me Kate specializes in (you guessed it) cakes, cookies and event planning. Some time back, Z & G featured another shop’s exquisite “Pretty Pink Roses” cake work (in POTW 25.) And while those gorgeous roses were all about seriously, delicate beauty, this one of a kind snow cake captured my heart because it is whimsical, funny, eye catching, and perfectly simple in a childlike, magical way.
It also reminds this writer of her first attempts on the slopes…and why she’d choose cake to skiing every time.
“Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all.”
BIRDS OF A FEATHER…I GOT YOU, BABE
They say we’re young and we don’t know
We won’t find out until we grow
Well I don’t know if all that’s true
‘Cause you got me, and baby I got you
Babe, I got you babe
I got you to hold my hand
I got you to understand
I got you to walk with me
I got you to talk with me
I got you to kiss goodnight
I got you to hold me tight
I got you, I won’t let go
I got you to love me so
I got you babe
I got you babe
I got you babe
Excerpts from Sonny & Cher’s
“I Got You, Babe”
INDIAN BRIDAL BOUQUET
Extravagance, beauty and expectation.
Summing up this past week’s Daily Shots…
This week’s Oldie But Goodie…
Queen’s Hamlet Old Mill image courtesy of ByDio
James and Bob the Street Cat images courtesy of Bob the Street Cat’s Facebook Page,  courtesy of Bob the Streetcat (the book)’s jacket
Snow Cake image courtesy of Kiss Me Kate Cakes, Cookies & Events
Mosaic (Autumn Window) image courtesy of source
Birds of a feather/I Got You, Babe image courtesy of My Amazing Earth
Bridal Bouquet image courtesy of Bridal ‘n’ Bridal