And now it was time for Mother to go down to the large parlor and light the Christmas tree. Then it was really Christmas. Astonishing, how it could see just as solemnly wonderful year after year, Mother thought. In the big fireplace a large blaze of resinous pine knots cast a flickering red light across the pine-paneled walls that were smooth as silk to the touch and mellow with age, and brightened the gilded pictures frames and the old brown bookbindings with the faded gold printing. The candles on the Christmas tree and the candles in the two old chandeliers that had once hung in a church were mirrored in the windows, where the night pressed blackly against the panes. There was the good odor of fir boughs and melted wax, of lily of the valley, and of hyacinth."
We are enjoying our visit with Grandfather Bear. It was largely a day of relaxation that began with a nice breakfast of eggs, toast, sausage, and slabs of Potica bread (there was a choice of four kinds: English Walnut, Chocolate, Poppy Seed, and White Chocolate Cherry) which was a gift from our boys' godparents. Of course, Grandfather Bear also needed some good coffee made by Sugar Plum, who is becoming an expert at brewing in the Chemex. We ended our day with a trip to see Christmas lights in a nearby park and mugs of hot cocoa before the children's bedtime, and now I'm introducing Grandfather Bear to the delight that is Netflix.
I was able to spend a little time today adding some of the odds and ends from my stocking to my Traveler's Journal: a clip for my pen, a blank notebook, a little ruler, and some brass index clips. I enjoyed the adding labels to the index clips and beginning to set up my bullet journal calendar for January and February and I'm looking forward to getting out the wall calendar that I bought for 2017. It's another Carl Larsson one and the reproduced paintings are lovely!