On the Tenth Day of a Feminine Christmas

The lady of the house appears to be getting a wrist watch for Christmas.  I think Sister received a watch and some skates and there is Brother engrossed in the machinery of his new train. I love the happy disarray of the household due to the scattered wrappings, ribbons and gifts of a well-spent Christmas morning.

This year I participated in a giving tree and also an Adopt-A-Family program.  So many people are skeptical about where their giving actually goes and if it really reaches people in need.  I don’t think it matters at Christmas – the important thing is to give and to help because the giving is as much for oneself as for anyone else.  I cried more than once this season watching news reports of some of the ways my community gave to children.  It hurts to think that not every family has a Christmas like the one above.

I wonder if Mother was gifted that pretty yellow robe too.  It’s a winner.  Not many women wear robes these days.  I’ve noticed a trend towards cardigans over nightgowns and pajamas these days.  I have a lovely cashmere robe which was given to me a few years back.  It is so soft and so very cozy during the winter months.  I think a robe is a very feminine garment and yet, when a robe is worn by a man, I think it can be very masculine as well.

These are just musings on a bright Christmas morning here in my land.  It actually snowed all day yesterday – thick white flakes that didn’t give us a white Christmas but certainly added to the Christmas atmosphere as I made the Christmas pudding.  I hope for you all, a messy, untidy, beautiful Christmas Day!