There are signs that are hard to miss.
Like the decorations in the local shopping mall.
The ads creeping onto the television.
And family activities.
On 10 November, WM, DD, the Grandboys and I, went to my new church for fun and fellowship – to make a gingerbread house.
WM did the initial construction and icing.
DD soon joined in the fun of creating. Unfortunately, both WM and I were too busy watching the Grandboys to take a photo of her!
Older Grandson wanted to help (well, really he wanted to eat the lollies but settled for helping a little bit).
But, truth be told, Older Grandson was more excited about playing football with the big boys.
And I was thrilled with these boys behaviour towards OG. (Yes, I've deliberately cropped his head because I don’t have permission to put his face on the internet – but you can see the tenderness in this gesture).
Younger Grandson just wandered about, taking it all in.
The house needed some finishing at home.
And here is the finished house, all wrapped in plastic waiting for it’s chance to take pride of place at our Christmas festivities.
A few days later, DD and I got together at home to make the Christmas puddings. Despite the fact that we Australians could be sweltering in a summer heat wave, it is traditional in my family to have the full English hot meal, including the fruit-laden pudding (with custard, cream and/or ice-cream) for dessert.
A special part of the pudding-making is tossing in the threepenny pieces (which have been saved in the family from pre-1966 when Australian currency changed to dollars and cents). Threepences are made from silver and won’t contaminate the pudding. We once had three dozen threepences, we are down to twenty-one now – I wonder where the rest have gone? (or is that “too much information”?)
Younger Grandson just wondered what we were going on about! He was only five months old the last time we made puddings!
Here is Older Grandson having his turn at throwing in a threepence and burying it in the pudding mixture.
And here he is, helping mummy and Grandmum put the pudding mixture in the bowls.
Finally OG was allowed to eat some of the uncooked mixture.
To finish this post, in this time of madness, the so-called “silly season”, Younger Grandson has only one message for us all:
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