Just another day in the life
I am hearing a ship, and wonder if he will have to be working on Christmas day. I know that there are lots of us who work on that day and it is necessary. Yet it would be so nice to think some of them could have that wee bit of time off.
As this will be our last Christmas season here I will try and get the house all done inside as well. I have been thinking back to baking with Mother doing dozens of gingerbread men all decorated. Rolling out that dough and cutting with what was left over that would not make a man, went to just cookies for my Father. This a tradition that has gone on for yrs seems that my Nana used to do this as well so when we move to town I will do it with our grandchildren. This will be the first yr my Mother will not make the gingerbread men, and pass the out to the neighbour hood children. Well she is very busy this yr and most of the children are grown up. She and I would get fancy napkins and ribbon and put a cookie in each one for the children we gave to and I understand that she did that even long after I left the house even up to last yr.
There is a pass ferry from the States going by and I can see people in the windows. Looking at the lights on the station. I wonder how all those yrs ago they decorated the station or if they did at all. I am sure they would have had a tree but as for gifts, and wrapping it would have been all homemade. And maybe candles for the lights on the tree and the popcorn strings, cutout decorations that the children had made with the smell of Christmas baking in the house. The children must have looked forward to this time of yr. Not like today where all they want is more and more. They would have been so happy with the handmade doll or train set.
Oh well I am digressing to my own childhood and remembering all the lovely Christmas we had. So I shall sign off and get a coffee and decide what needs to be done for the day. Late from the Bluff
