I suppose I should be busy in the kitchen preparing to feed the five thousand at the Christmas feast this evening, but the five thousand have their own Christmas to celebrate and so there are just the three of us. There is no action at the moment, only the crows are sitting at the top of the tree waiting for something to happen.
My kitchen time begins later, after spending many years beginning to rotate and move in the afternoon of Christmas Eve. Now I have my earned quite days of cooking this evening and either reading a book or watching the TV. The problem with Christmas TV is that they use the same theme. Whether it is a german police series, or something imported from the states, there are always two characters called Mary and Joseph, or Maria and Johannes, according to whether I am watching english or german. The Mary/Maria is usually expecting a baby any minute, and the film begins with a pregnant Mary/Maria and ends with a baby. Of course the baby is born in a barn somewhere on a farm, or pehaps even in a bus shelter on the evening of the 24th December. It is snowing at the end of the film and everyone is seated at the table enjoying the Christmas dinner on Christmas Day with a very healthy looking Mary/Maria holding a baby in her arms. . The crooks have been captured and no-one is killed or shot, it is all very human, because it is Christmas.
Ok I do have my favourite films which I watch year for year. The day before yesterday they again showed the 1980 film of “Little Lord Fauntleroy” film with Alex Guiness as the grandfather who happened to be a Lord in England and Cedric, the little Lord has become the heir. Of course Cedric grew up and was born in New York at the beginning of the century with not such a wealthy background. Anyhow with lots of tear jerking ups and downs everyone celebrated a wonderful peaceful happy Christmas at the Lord’s mansion in England at the end of the film. I love that film, pure kitsch, but who cares. I lap it up every year.
I have become so totally unchristmas now. I suppose I am just a more or less contented golden oldie. We all have our aches and pains, but what is the point, complaints do not cure them.
It is so quiet outside now. There is no movement outside, only a few birds pecking the seeds from the birdhouse.
Enjoy the evening wherever you are.
And now to go, Mr. Swiss is playing the Christmas Oratorium on the CD player by Bach. I might not be in the church, but I appreciate good music. It brings back my memories of having a choir boy in the family (No. 2 son) who sang the oratorium every year at Christmas in the St. Urs cathedral in Solothurn, Switzerland where we live.