And so here it is December 6th. Only a few days into the month, not even a week, and it seems like there is no time left. I am hosting two holiday breakfasts at the house. There is a craft show I have made things for. Friends from Modesto, CA. are arriving in Cabo San Lucas on the Norwegian Star and we are going down there to meet their ship.
Other friends are coming up from Todos Santos for an overnight. And we are going there to watch whales from their terrace.
We are staying in La Paz this year. And none of our family is coming down for Christmas either.
No wild trips through LAX. No being bullied by TSA agents. No screaming kids. No crowds. I won’t miss all of that.
But I will miss being with my kids. I’ll miss helping Miss Meliss prepare her house for Santa, decorating the tree, setting the table, shopping, shopping. I love shopping.
Gift wrapping and filling stockings. Eating out, playing Scrabble, watching movies in our jammies while we eat goodies. Those are things I won’t do this year.
There will be no visit to our two grandsons in Thousand Oaks this year.
I am trying to keep busy and not be lonely.
And I finished putting up my tree a few days ago. It is gorgeous. Filled with shiny glass ornaments form days gone by, and some days not so distant.
So here is a photo of my tree. And in the next few days I’ll share some of my favorite ornaments, tell their story, and relate what else is happening here at the beach during Christmas.
By Susan Klindienst Fogel
December 5, 2010! December is barreling down the pike, no time to stop, only three Sundays until Santa arrives. Sewing, baking, wrapping, entertaining, decorating. !
Over the next few days I am going to show off my Christmas tree and my favorite ornaments .
Because I love Christmas!
I love it! I love the hustle, bustle, and making time for friends and family, and watching their delight as they open the beautifully wrapped box and lift out the lovingly handmade item I dreamed up again this year.
And I am starting with a story about how I tricked my beloved one Christmas!
I don’t go to the mall , I rarely shop in department stores. I haunt fabric stores, virtual and real, and search for downloadable online patterns designers. I try to find the perfect gift for one and all. Living in La Paz, means having to plan my Christmas sewing far in advance. I have to see who is coming down , one of my guests for the HoneyMoon Hut, or family or friends, and ask them to accept small packages of fabric and patterns that I have ordered online, and have shipped to them.
One year it was his ‘n her aprons.
Another year I made neck roll pillows and sleep masks for use anywhere but especially while on a plane.
And there was the year I made 17 purses for the women in my life, and 17 jars of green chile soup for the men.
And one year I made my beloved a gorgeous robe. I got up every morning at 4. Had my coffee, enjoyed the quiet, and sipped my brew by the light of the Christmas tree.
I would sew until 7. Have breakfast, get dressed, and then login to work in my home office at 9.
When it came time for fittings, I told him it was for Miss Meliss, and I needed to check length.
He said “This is gorgeous she will love it.”
Boxes of any kind, and especially gift boxes are hard to find in La Paz. But there are a few enterprising souls that set up stalls on the street and sell pre-wrapped boxes. The tops are wrapped and there is a lsice of tissue inside. But paper, tissue and ribbon are available in most stores.
Miss Meliss and her hubby arrived a few days before Chrismas and wanted to do some shopping in La Paz to soak up the flavor of Christmas in a small city in Mexico..
In one clothing store they had pre-wrapped suit boxes, which would be perfect for a certain robe.
I told my beloved to choose a box for that special present he had been helping me with. He chose a metallic, blue, foil box!
Was he ever surprised, when on Christmas morning the big, blue , foil wrapped box was on his pile! “Melissa “, he said, “ I think this is for you.” MissMeliss, was in on the secret. She said “ Nope, I am sure it is yours.”
My beloved was surprised, touched, had tears in his eyes and laughed that he had been “gotten”.“ “Susan, you got me.” Were his exact words.
He loves the robe, it is elegant and is the perfect length.
So tomorrow I’ll show you my beautiful Christmas tree.