Sure, my wrapping paper is made of pictures of Scotland. Isn’t everyone’s?
The most meta gift wrap:
There’s even a label printed right at the top, in case you hadn’t figured out that they’re ‘pretty wrapped gifts for under the tree’. That way you don’t accidentally put them in the kitchen instead.
The best part is, I was just wrapping that present as though it were regular wrapping paper. The front-and-center declaration came as a surprise–I went to take the pictures, and there it was!
BRID reads aloud: “To wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year”. I’ve been putting an exclamation point at the end to make it at least look like a sentence, instead of a weird small clause.
NTS: creepy Santa chuckle. Ho, ho, ho.
BRID, horrified: It’s like a syntactician’s worst nightmare.
NTS: Tyrion Lannister in a Santa suit?
BRID: Wait, what?
NTS: A small Claus. Does Vaudeville jig.
Christmas cards are hard.
Oddly enough, not yet the name of a picture book for children. That I know of.
For a British audience, I’d be tempted to go for The Christmas Aspidistra, both for cultural relevance (nothing says ‘Victorian Christmas’ like an aspidistra. Mostly because aspidistras were the only plants able to cope with the gas lighting ubiquitous in middle-class Victorian households.*) and to hear the little children pronounce ‘Christmas aspidistra’. Repeatedly.
* Bill Bryson, At Home
One thing I forget from year to year about decorating for Christmas is how it brings family so much closer. Memories of other Christmases crowd close around as you pull out ornaments from family and friends. We always used to decorate together, when I was growing up.
Somewhat bafflingly, NTS doesn’t seem to share my mania for decorating for holidays. (Any and all holidays.) I think it may be a man thing. It’s definitely not a family trait; half of the decorations we’ve put up so far have been gifts from his sister or Mama K. The other half are gifts from my family. And one delicate spray of mistletoe that NTS and I bought in a little shop off Princes Street.
The gifts were sweet the first year. Pulling them out now, though, brings a frisson of recognition along with the glow of a gift. Christmas is coming! Time to put out the Christmas tree banner. And a day later: Here’s the reindeer from A! Where should we put it this year? Just as with the tiny candle holders shaped like penguins that we pulled out every year, NTS and I are developing our own family traditions. It’s a strange and wonderful process.
As you can tell, Christmas for me has always been a family affair.
Of course I started decorating the Monday after Thanksgiving. Doesn’t everyone? It turns out that it was just what our apartment needed to go from tiny (we spent the weekend at our friends’ house, which is comfortably not tiny) to winter-cozy. Hygge, as the Danes put it.
The fact that I had to put everything away before I could decorate probably didn’t hurt, either.
In an attempt to share my hygge with all of you this Christmas season, today kicks off the first of 25 little posts of celebration. A virtual Advent calendar, in tribute to the tiny wooden doors that hung on our wall throughout my childhood. The cards will be posted alongside the ‘regular’ posting schedule around here. (Har, har.)
Now you can get back to your eggnog. Or whatever you drink at work in December.