Christmas Day ~ in pictures

IMG_1256 IMG_1232 The moment we’ve been waiting for. IMG_1235   Tracking Santa’s progress on the Norad Santa tracker. IMG_1282 It snowed all day – one of the few times we can see Bella clearly. IMG_1248 Not long into unwrapping, we had nearly buried our Playmobil Nativity. I worried that this was symbolic. The kids groaned, “Oh, Mom!” IMG_1252   Herme’s was sporting one of the finest rooster tails that I have seen in a long time. Worthy of Christmas Day! IMG_1261 Uncle Chip and Aunty Janet sent us a fun package containing among other things the original BBC/A&E Jane Austen’s five hour long Pride and Prejudice !!This was the girls’ reaction. IMG_1260 And this was the boys’. IMG_1269 Bella liked her new collar and fluffy bed. IMG_1271 The detritus after the storm.  IMG_1274 A little while later in the boys’ room. IMG_1276 And in the girls’. IMG_1278 ‘What I did on my vacation.’ IMG_1277  Field of Mushrooms IMG_1285  Our Spelt Gingerbread House! Artemis used her Swiss geometry skills to design a house pattern, and we all had fun on decorating it on Christmas Eve. Notice the Christmas tree, snowman, goldfish pond and mushroom patch. IMG_1288 The Marzipan Lady of the House – made by Artemis IMG_1289 The backyard. There is a marzipan baby sleeping in a cradle on the toffee bench. No munching until after Christmas dinner! IMG_1295 In the afternoon Tata and Popop joined us for a festive Christmas dinner of Chinese fondue. IMG_1305  And then it was open season on the house. IMG_1308 Later that evening, we had a Skype visit with our cousins IMG_1313 and with Uncle Chip and Aunty Janet who put on a Christmas puppet show. IMG_1314 …and we responded in kind. IMG_1272 It was a lovely day. Merry Christmas 2010!

Christmas Poem – Vers la creche

Here for Christmas Eve is a lovely poem that Apollo learned in school, in French with my translation following.
(I apologize – the accents are missing. It’s not easy to put them on with this computer.  If you know French, please imagine them.)

Vers la creche

De la pauvre creche de bois
Ou dort le petit enfant-Roi
Confus, tremblant, emerveilles
Les bergers se sont approches.

Du miserable berceau gris
Ou l’Enfant eternel sourit,
Ruisselant d’or et fatiques
Les mages se sont approches.

Du petit Jesus au berceau
Si tendre, si calme et si beau
Et qui fait signe au monde entier
Je veux, moi aussi, m’approcher.
                                 – Vio Martin

To the poor wooden manger
Where sleeps the little baby King
Confused, trembling, amazed
The shepherds are coming near.


To the lowly cradle gray
Where the Eternal Baby smiles
Shimmering with gold and weary
The wise men are coming near.


To little Jesus in His cradle
So tender, so calm and so beautiful
And who makes a sign to the entire world
I, too, want to come near.

Merry Christmas. May its peace stay with you all year.

Our Homemade Swiss Christmas

image I have always wanted a big bunch of mistletoe at Christmas – like in the old drawings in Charles Dicken’s books. And now I do! Hanging strategically in the middle of the hallway through which all must pass! It grows wild in the trees here, so when we were on our way back from a walk, I asked Zeus to stop the car while I got out and cut some. Turns out I wasn’t quite tall enough, so I had to turn back to the car and make pleady puppy eyes, and then Zeus got out and cut it for me. My hero! It seems, actually, that my boys don’t need a whole lot of encouragement for smooches. In fact, they usually try to waylay me – as in this photo. ***** Since we came with what we could fit into twelve suitcases and not exceeding 50 pounds, you may imagine that we didn’t bring a lot of our Christmas decorations. In fact, when talking about it long ago, the girls had said how it would be fun to do new decorations this year, and see what we could make. I did waver a bit sometimes – the stores are full of a lot of the same kind of stuff as at home. All glittery and shiny and not even too expensive. And when you read the label on it no wonder – it’s all made in China! This has always irked me – Christians in China are not free to celebrate Christmas, but somehow they are free to export a lot of Christmas crap.  Hmmph. I did find myself thinking though, Should I just get a bunch of new stuff?? Our budget isn’t as tight right now as we thought it might be. But when I brought it up with The Committee, they resounded with an emphatic “NO!” So we didn’t, but got busy instead with our homemade Christmas. We spray painted some pinecones with gold and glittery spray paint. image We cut out paper snowflakes and made some gingerbread cookies for the tree – anyone recognize the Ikea cookie cutters? image Hermes strung popcorn… image …and worked on his fine motor skills. image  We dried orange slices in Popop’s fruit dryer image and then hung them on with pretty ribbon. image  The boys also got busy and creative and made us some Lego ornaments! image I drew the line at the Lego skeleton Hermes was putting on (‘No skeletons on the Christmas tree!’) but there are some other adventurous Lego guys jumping about in the jungle of branches, including Indiana Jones. I asked Hermes if Indy was seeking the True Treasure of the Ages, and he said vaguely that he was, so I am letting it slide. image And here it is! Our Christmas tree! We did buy some lights, and we’ve since added a star on top and a skirt that is actually a duvet cover in just the right shade of red. There are also a lot of foil wrapped ornaments in fun shapes: mushrooms, angels, bells, and they are all filled with?? Three guesses??? Chocolate! Chocolate!! CHOCOLATE!!! That is a beautiful thing about this country. The rule is to wait until the 25th to start nibbling. It’s not a super glamour tree, and that is just fine. It is happy and homey and very edible! image It makes me feel like this. image

Basel Christmas Market

 Here is a little more Weihnachtsmarkt ~ for all of you and especially for Debi. 

Yesterday (Friday) afternoon after school the kids and I drove to Basel, met up with Zeus after work and went to the Basel Christmas market.


It was very cold but very festive.The Germans and Swiss Germans are the masters of creating charming ambiance with little glowing lights. The market is like its own little mini-city, where for the month of December stands are set up selling all kinds of beautiful arts and crafts and housewares and decorations and clothing and beautifulness.


Somehow cobblestones trap the cold and send it right up into your feet — the same way it did in St. Ursanne. I wanted to stick my toes into my cup of Gluhwein but instead I drank it and gave Artemis little sips (!) and ate snausages and drank hot chocolate.The drinks came in pretty mugs with drawings of the Christmas market that you could return to any other food stand and get a deposit back, or not: and then you could keep your cup as a souvenir. We kept ours! 


This stand sold all kinds of beautiful carved wood ornaments and nativity sets.


This one sold all things made of beeswax.  (Note to Katarina: the girls really like the hat you left here. I don’t know that you’ll be getting it back any time soon. Artemis is wearing right now, as I type.)

It’s funny how some things are so different from Christmas shopping at an American mall — outside in the fresh air, shopping while drinking Gluhwein, trolleys and trams going by dinging their bells; and some things just stay the same: the menfolk of the family were finished  loooong before the ladies and Artemis worried that the photos of her in her warm puffy jacket might make her look fat.

At the entrance to the market there was a festive display from the Doll Museum of little forest critters making their Christmas preparations.  I captured a little video.

A statement from Zeus:  He regrets making monkey noises which are now recorded and saved for posterity. But he made up for it with his cute waving, don’t you think? His idea about adding music is a good one, but beyond my video making skills for the time being. The pictures is still a little jerky — sorry — I am learning. Most of this post was actually written on Stormie — so I am learning about mobile blogging, too —  Ah, the wonders of technology!

The experience was very joyful, except for the moment when we (the girls) realized that there were only 15 minutes left until the market closed (yikes!!). On the way home in the car I kept thinking, “Thank you, Jesus, for sharing your Birthday and your presents with us! What a great party you have every year!”

In a shop window there was an enormous gingerbread house! Wow! It inspired us to come right home and work on a smaller version. Since it’s started snowing again this morning, adding to the 3.5 inches we got yesterday, and we are feeling cozy and holed-up, it may just be a perfect project for today.

Christmas Markets and St. Nicholas

In French you pronounce St. Nicholas San Nee-ko-LAH. His feast day on December 6th is sort of like opening day for the Christmas season. Zeus grew up with the tradition and I readily adopted it, because I appreciate the fact that it gives an opportunity to talk about the real St. Nicholas who was a real bishop of Myra in the early 300s. He was a faithful Christian man devoted to the Lord Jesus Christ.
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There are some fun books out there to read to kids about St. Nicholas, like
The Legend of Saint Nicholas by Demi that tell the real story about the bishop
and how he liked to help people anonymously – perhaps once even throwing money down a chimney – hence some of our traditions associated with Santa Claus. 61FY2M7CW4L._SL160_
At home we put our shoes out on the night of December 5th, and in the morning ! St. Nicholas had filled them with chocolates and peanuts and mandarins and sometimes a little giftie!  This year it was fun for our kids to hear people talking about St. Nicholas and to realize that that is a shared cultural experience. And, St. Nicholas actually came to our house!!
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With St. Nicholas is Pere Fouttard, ‘Father Whip’, who leaves switches with your parents if they say you need them. He didn’t leave any with us, but St. Nicholas did read from his golden book and had a little encouragement and exhortation for each of the children.
It was quite amazing, because in his golden book it was written that Hermes should no longer sit on his Papa’s head when he is stretching, which is just what Papa had been saying himself not two hours before! St. Nicholas knows all! Hermes was quite sober at that.
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Look! In this photo you can see the holiness glowing right out of the top of St. Nicholas’ head! Oh no, wait, that is just the lamp. Maybe that is why he was wearing the goofy little John Lennon sun glasses? They left us with mandarin oranges, peanuts and chocolate. We still have the peanuts and a couple mandarins, but the chocolate has all since disappeared.

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Saturday we visited the Christmas market in St. Ursanne, a charming little medieval town not too far away. It has a beautiful old cloister, and on this particular day the streets were filled with artisans selling their wares, yummy Christmas treats and the local brass band, the fanfare, trumpeting out carols. I captured a little bit on my Stormie phone, which I am still learning my way around. So they are not the smoothest videos – but they are meant to give you a little flavor.
 

At our house things are getting more and more Christmassy – especially with the coverage of snow that keeps falling every three days or so.
Happy Preparations, Everyone!