It's that time of year when baking, cooking eating and drinking takes place around the world. As usual, I will be hosting Christmas at my house with no complaints I love to entertain.
I have yet to have a quiet Christmas in my entire life, as a child the mothers would make ravioli by hand and prepare the entire meal as the men sat, drank and compared home made wines. The dining experience was something out of a movie, we would start at about 1 and end at 3. It was loud, very loud. The food, oh my the food. There was food as far as my little eyes could see, my mother loved to cook and she always made sure everyones favourite dish was prepared. We would all sit together in one long communal table and play pass the dish.
Once everyone got their plates full, the volume of noise suddenly decrease and changed from talking to the clacking of forks and knives on the plates. Then somone asked for something, or poked fun of someone that the banter began.
I miss those days, I miss us being all together no one missing no one sick. When my aunt suddenly died everything changed, it was the end of these gatherings nothing was the same.
I do thanksgiving with my cousins from my dads side 23 of us. It's not the same as those Christmas gatherings, the parents are older and cannot eat as much, some people are missing and my cousins are now parents and the third generation are getting a glimpse of our lives before they were born and how important family and tradition really is.
My point to this is that things change in life, happiness evolves and so do people. Never take for granted what we have bcause it can all change in one second...
Merry Christmas to you all