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The turkey has enough butter stuffed under the skin to make Nigella blush and the gluwein is simmering away on the stove. Our tree sparkles from the front room……

The trees lay stacked up on the side of the road bursting with the promise of Christmas. The Douglas Fir, White Pine, Scottish Pine and the Blue Spruce….the choice was endless. Which one would it be this year? We had driven along Highway 8 through the greenbelt along the escarpment. The vegetables stalls had given way to the sale of Christmas trees, no more pumpkins and asparagus but rows of fuzzy green. Much thought and effort goes into the right choice of Christmas tree here in Canada. Families deliberate over how tall it has to be, the shape and whether it will shed its leaves. We stop the car at a nearby diner to grab a coffee and notice a little boy as he gazes up at the tall frame of the chosen tree.
“Dad, this is the one!”

The excitement and wonder beams from his face. The practical dad contemplates how he will tie it onto the roof of the car. He paces out the length and works on his plan. Mother has a faraway look on her face as she recalls the Christmases past and is envisaging this tree with the family decorations. There were heirlooms that are brought out each year and a few new additions to add to the sparkle. My coffee steams as I make my way through the brisk air. I pull my hood over my head and feel the fur trim snug against my face. My thoughts go back to 3 young boys that gathered around our tree back in South Africa. It will be the turn of our grand children soon!

Our Christmas Tree

Our Christmas Tree

The bare deciduous trees that shook off their leaves in the fall are tinged with snow. The evergreens cling onto the soft white powder like a cake does to frosting. The sun slips down behind the hills early as we wend our way back home. The snow illuminates our path and the houses twinkle with Christmas lights. Bright white lines the roofs, iridescent blue around the doorways and soft red sparkle in the shrubs. Fresh garlands accentuate   the wooden slatted porch and rustic White Birch reindeer guard the front door.

It is Yuletide in Canada and a time to make memories with family and friends. There will be a special place near our tree this year for those who are no longer with us. They will be  greatly missed.

I wish you all a joyous Christmas!

A white Christmas.....?

A white Christmas…..?

 

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The intrepid traveler gazes out into the grey morning over the tarmac at Heathrow….Terminal 2…the Queen’s Terminal. The first leg of the journey is over. Thank goodness! I survived a snoring old soul, a fractious baby and an over active gentleman in the seat in front of me. The writing was on the wall when I sat down in my seat. I was just getting settled….book positioned glasses near at hand and earphones in my pocket. Suddenly the chair in front of me surged back into my face. The plane had not even moved onto the runway and he was in relaxation mode! I debated whether to say something to this over zealous passenger as I envisaged eating my dinner lying on my back. There was another concern….. I shuddered at the thought of his rather oiled hairdo slipping into my delectable airline food. Thank goodness that I had recently acquired the status of ’advanced years’ and it had magically transformed me into a patient and tolerant  human being. I decided to wait and contemplated the result of such an intervention. Would revenge set in from the vantage  position of the front seat as a result of me meddling? Instead I would pull out my much practiced teacher’s voice.

“Young man, would you be so kind as to raise your seat?’

My squashed legs ached and I would far rather have just taken a swing at him with my handbag but I am sure that the civil aviation rules would just not allow that sort of  behaviour.  Pity! As this course of action would have gone a long way at assuaging my pent up frustration. All that was behind me now and thank goodness my ‘dark side’ did not get the better of me!

The bag lady......

The bag lady……


So here I was sitting back people watching for the next 10 hours.
There was the obvious ‘not so young’ honeymoon couple off to Portugal. They gazed into each other’s eyes and whispered to each other.

 A pair of over anxious parents were next with their clearly genius son…..the questions were enough to make any brain ache! But the wonder and curiosity in that little face was precious. Pity we cannot harness that energy. I am sure it could provide enough fuel for a plane to take off!


I must have been a soft target as I then got nailed to take part in a survey. You know the kind….. What do you like about this place? What would you improve? I tried to take it seriously as I realised I was representing a carefully chosen group which would affect their statistics.
There were many positives in this recently overhauled terminal 2. But I don’t think the surveyer expected the replies that she got from her carefully selected person.
“I like the chairs without arms as you can sleep across them when you have a long delay like mine. The extra length allows you to have a place for your makeshift cushion and there is space for my feet to curl up too.”
I would love to be able to have access to a shower. One for the ‘common man’ that does not cost £60! All my earlier research drew a blank and even the sweet talking of the gentleman at the rather elegant public lounge came to no avail.
So I will continue to ‘slum it’ and sit right at the back of the plane.

 It is all part of it……the pain with the pleasure. The intrepid traveler is getting to see the world.

Nothing quite like a coffee to wake one up....

Safely at my destination………

 

No matter where you are, no matter where you go in the world, you will need someone to stand by you.

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