how stickily droll,
Christmas lights
in mixing bowl!
No treasure chest
of royal bling
could be more saucy,
more nose-beguiling.
In glint of ruby,
emerald, gold,
its riches twinkling
manifold,
with storied kitchens
thus entrusted,
memories soon
to be encrusted.
I had a Christmas wish list which included mincemeat pie for Christmas, and didn’t my daughter-in-law decide to make her own mincemeat! I am in awe of how beautiful it is, and I am even more in awe of her ambition!
There is nothing about mincemeat that doesn’t take me back to my Grandma O’Hern’s dining room. I endeared myself to everyone then by eating the filling and leaving the crust, but I’m better now.
All our traditions come with wishes, hopes, dreams. We are very aware this year of all those whose dreams and hopes have been shattered by violence, whether by words or by other weapons. I know how fortunate I am to be able to wish for mincemeat pie while others wish for survival.
May your traditions bring you beauty and hope, dear reader. May you and your loved ones be safe.
With thanks to Kelley Wilson Mesterharm for photo
and for visions of mincemeat dancing in my head!