Our Christmas preparations and Christmas night went by so quickly I didn't find the time to write again.
The house seemed so quiet in the morning. I started to make desert,
and all of a sudden my brother was awake, my parents came home from work and the house was alive with cooking, yelling 'where is the tape and scissors' or 'has anybody seen the wrapping paper ?', one of our all-time favorites. This year someone had seen to it that there were actually scissors for every family member, but they all got lost during the day anyways.
Orange-Aperol jelly for desert,
pajamas for gifts. I bought the shirts and made the pants, the pattern is for the lounge pants from this Amy Butler book.
Our church choir always sings the same songs at Christmas, so I can sing with them even though I haven't lived in this village for ten years.
While my dad and I hurry to church to 'warm up' our voices my siblings lay the table, my mother yells that they're late and they come hurrying after us, hoping that they'll find seats somewhere in the very full church.
Dinner, singing, gifts, we went to bed at around two thirty in the morning. My brother and I managed to get into a heated discussion about women and literature, heated and well-oiled with wine I have to admit.
Christmas morning was slow for us, rather hung over on my part but I can happily report that we celebrated the Lord's birthday in style.
I hope you all had a peaceful and blessed Christmas.