My dad was one of 10 and when I was growing up (as one of just 2) my Nana still hadn’t caught up with the fact that she had less mouths to feed. So Christmas was when she was happiest, when she could return to feeding the hoards, a mix of adult children and grandchildren. On Christmas Eve, as you would expect, the kitchen was a hub of activity. People coming in and out the back door, windows steamed up and not an inch of counter-space left unused. The following day littleuns like us would have to share a chair and it would be so loud in the dinning-room it was easier just to climb under the table and pull a leg to get attention. Nana’s old oak dinning table would almost bow with the weight of the dishes but on Christmas Eve morning the dining-room was still quiet. Filled with light, tidy and empty! The calm before the storm.
Christmas Eve 24×24 inch oil on canvas
[singlepic id=837 w=400h=500float=]source: gintaras varnagys
it’s officially a white Christmas
I have taken a break from painting now until next Wednesday the 29th and I’m now busy with the stuff of Christmas. Baking, wrapping gifts, sitting with friends who call in and hopefully getting some snowy walks in with the kids and the dog. Lots of love and Christmas greetings to you and yours this Christmas.