It seems our corner of the world submitted to the snow, and after it fell and all was white, it felt right. I don’t like snow at all, but for the short moments it is soft and clean and the world beneath it quiet, it is beautiful. And there is a weariness in December, that comes along with the hot wine and lights in trees, a weariness we all carry, some more than others; to have a few days of cold quiet felt necessary.
We lost another one last week. Pa’s wife, his partner in crime of fifty years, a woman who left an indelible impression on all of us, went off to be with him. It was quick, quite unexpected, and even though I haven’t really decided where we go when we die, and even though most likely we probably go nowhere at all, I quite like the idea of them somewhere together again, him watching soapies he swore he was going to stop watching, her reading one of the hundreds of library books she took out a year. I don’t know. We seek comfort in the abstract as much as we do the concrete.
The weekend brought with it my brother and his girlfriend, family at a time when they are much needed. We drank litres of Glühwein and managed to short circuit the house when attempting to get the raclette machine started. The kids had the kind of weekend during which anything went partly because that’s what happens when aunties and uncles visit, but also because I’m running low on energy. Really low. Low enough to advise SG to give der Lüdde whatever he wants when he refused to go to sleep. Low enough to look the other way when die Lüdde chose the world’s largest banana-flavoured candy cane at the Christmas Markets.
There isn’t any snow left now, and we’re off to Oz. German radio keeps playing all the best Christmas songs (except for Last Christmas, an odd national obsession) so any time I’ve been in the car over the past few days, singing along to I’ll Be Home for Christmas, I’ve felt like life is currently something out of a chaotic family comedy, like The Family Stone or something, but with added kids and long haul flights. Tja. Such is life, oder?
So, may your days be merry and bright. Have yourselves a wonderful Christmas, and see you all in Oz.