Sunday, December 25, 2022
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Cally loved Christmas.
For weeks before, our house was redolent with the fragrance of her baking - cookies of all types, tarts, cinnamon buns, Nanaimo bars, Finn bun, Christmas (fruit) cakes, lemon squares… to name a few… all homemade, all so delicious.
Christmas morning breakfast was special - salmon strata… fresh cinnamon buns… quiche…always varied, always wonderful.
She decorated the house with wreaths, candles everywhere, heirloom decorations, whimsical elves, twinkling lights, green boughs and ribbons. Everything looked magical.
The always-natural tree was first set up and decorated with lights (“it needs more lights” she’d often say, and we’d laugh - and add more lights). Then decorations - some very old, some from family, some homemade, some from all our years together, some new - were placed every where natural spaces allowed - by all of us, young and old - while Christmas music played in the background.
She loved the music - choral music, popular music, nostalgic music, Christmas carols - the music of Christmas was everywhere in our home, bringing joy to all of us.
She loved our big family Christmastime gathering for days of cooking, feasting, conversation, laughter, games, songs, and so much love. She loved giving presents - the selecting, wrapping, the joy on everyone’s faces. She knew how special it is for children, and made sure that every child - of any age - felt the magic that she brought to our Christmastime.
Cally, we all really felt that magic, that spirit, and the love that you brought to us all at Christmas, and all throughout the year. We so love you, we so miss you, and we wish you comfort, and joy, and peace forever.
