gin-nurtered time waster.
©Elsie Anderton,
The Babylon Lane Tales 2012
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It's that time of year again, when four generations of the family's females gather around a 90 year old mixing bowl, to make our Christmas cakes and puddings.
Four faces, the same but for the depth of laughing lines, simultaneously frown in concentration and light up in loving laughter. Fingers that steal glace cherries are playfully slapped, and sherry sneakily shared.
We stir east to west in age order, to seal in our Christmas wishes. As always, I hope that this four will never change. That we'll never grow older. Knowing - as I peer across the age old bowl at the female faces I know like my own - that yet another year has disappeared.
It doesn't matter though. For, when I catch a glimpse of my daughter stool-highered and leaning into the mix, I see myself years past gazing up at faces long gone. The official family start to Christmas will never end; faces will fade and new eager hands will be added to the continuous depth of my great-grandmother's mixing bowl.
It's special. It's family. It's Christmas.
Protect it by wrapping securely in brown paper and serve with lashings of sherry. Just don't forget to enjoy it. Ever.
gin-nurtered time waster.
©Elsie Anderton,
The Babylon Lane Tales 2012
The Babylon Tales
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gin-nurtered time waster.
©Elsie Anderton,
The Babylon Lane Tales 2012
The Babylon Tales
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