Stolen Moments

Hi Everyone,

Hope you are all good and getting into that festive frame of mind.

My children are all out of school…multiple presents still to be bought, wrapped and….I suppose…eventually paid for…

They do say that in terms of stress, this little holiday is neatly sandwiched between moving house and watching England during a World Cup penalty shoot out.

But I do just love it.

For me, it’s not so much about the main event….carving an unnaturally large turkey or watching the flurry of present opening  – lovely as those moments can be  –

No, it’s those little unexpected odd moments that make Christmas really special.  It’s a bit like an office party, you look forward to it all year, but it’s not Mr Grimsdale’s speech to his gathered staff that you remember but the stolen kiss behind the photocopier with Jimmy from Sales.

Well, it’s like that for me and Christmas…

And I had just such a moment this afternoon…

Not that I’ve got a photocopier or kissed Jimmy from Sales.  It was better than that – I cracked open the Christmas cake with my dearest friend in a very quiet house.

We each munched our way through a large slab and shared a pot of tea.  What can I say?  It was lovely.

It was festive.

And it’s those sweet moments that I remember.

Before you know, they’re over.

I haven’t always felt this way about Christmas.  When we first moved here ten years ago, away from all of our family and friends, we were frankly a little lost. We’d never really done it on our own before.

I remember that first Christmas, it hit us with an icy blast….we were the grown ups now. Our two young children were looking to us to run a show we’d never really been in charge of before…

I remember hating calling home on Christmas day those first few years… I could hear my whole family three sheets to the wind and deep in festivity in the background.  We had to come up with our own traditions.

And so here we are, ten years later and I’d say we are just about there.  We all know the drill…Christmas Cake, mince pies, supper with our lovely neighbors on Christmas eve…

Cards up in the sitting room…

Stockings at the end of the bed…

Not sure if I feel like a full blown grown up as yet, but I am working on it…

I hope you all have a lovely Christmas with a few stolen moments for yourselves.  I will be back soon with more on the house…until then, merry, merry, jingle, jingle…


About Ros

My name is Ros Wyatt and I live across the bay from San Francisco. I moved here from England fifteen years ago with my husband, two children and a dog. Since then I have had added one more child to the line up and work as a painting contractor, color consultant, blogger, and screen printer.
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6 Responses to Stolen Moments

  1. harriet garbers says:

    happy christmas! i love your pics. can i come and stay one day? clever, clever you. what a labour of love and what stunning results xx

  2. Becky Conekin says:

    Gorgeous! Gorgeous and lovely thoughts! thanks for sharing them! Y’all’s card is in the post. Enjoy Christmas! We have a christmas pud, but no cake…..your’s looks scrummy! xx Becky

  3. admin says:

    you’re welcome, any time. I bet you under a lot of snow? xxxxx

  4. Kate Fullagar says:

    But surely the books ordered by size is JV’s touch…?! Great blog!

  5. admin says:

    You know him so well – I have been found out! Bet you are all warm and hot in Australia?

  6. admin says:

    Have a good one yourselves xxxx

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