Joy to the World!

If you wander around La Rivière with me, 

you are likely to find tiny glimpses of 

 hidden in the most unlikely places. 

I find them peeking out at me when I least expect it!

I wandered through the door last week to find that Chickpea,

my darling eldest daughter,

had thoughtfully tidied my wooden letterpress blocks for me

Sometimes it's great to be a messmonster myself.

I wouldn't have thought to put them away like that ;-)

Then Pokemon, 

as we whittle through our Pinterest list of Christmas craft tutorials,

came to the conclusion that the letters that spell

LOVE 

also mean FLY (VOLE) in French.
(I take that as meaning let your heart fly)

And Libellule has been busy documenting our family efforts to
'make' this Christmas

a 'hands on' team affair.
Full of laughter and surprises to discover.

Since the successful and surprisingly joyful passage of
the Inspecteur de l'Education Nationale
during which I was deemed fit to continue educating my 3 messmonsters
(Luckily they attended school long enough before hand to learn to answer questions politely ;-)
we have been celebrating.
I have all but abandoned my own artistic endeavours in favour of joining the messies to
bake shortbread, make candles

in favourite fleamarket finds...

and help Pokemon string pinecone garlands

So my brushes are down until the New Year

YUp! I'm letting it all hang out (literally with the food I keep ingurgitating)

 and getting in some real world, messy, Family Joy like this:

Candle making (pink pot) in the middle of getting a roast chook in the oven 

One still needs to feed the starving elves as they are busy at work...

(Yes it does still have its head - Welcome to France)

 If you forget your skewers, use what you can to keep your wick up ;-)

More joy - thy perfect house and garden shall be reserved for 2012. Having the studio is a godsend, but I admit to missing the creative mayhem reserved for a household that tries to do everything, and too much, at once.  If you don't mind a little mess as you drink your champagne, you are welcome to drop by, stand at the bench and get your hands grubby with us.

We hereby guarantee:

Loudly sung Christmas carols,

 at least one glass bottle of sparkly liquid 

the comforting aroma of Christmas goodies as they waft through the house

Not one square centimetre of anything that remotely resembles tidy

here at La Rivière.

Until the night before Christmas ...

Joy to you all

My Mama arrives from Aussie on Monday.

Goodness knows when you may next hear from me then ;-)

xxx

Love to all 

PS: Saw this and it made me ponder.  

"I hear that in many places something has happened to Christmas; that it is changing from a time of merriment and carefree gaiety to a holiday which is filled with tedium; that many people dread the day and the obligation to give Christmas presents is a nightmare to weary, bored souls; that the children of enlightened parents no longer believe in Santa Claus; that all in all, the effort to be happy and have pleasure makes many honest hearts grow dark with despair instead of beaming with good will and cheerfulness."
- Julia Peterkin
A Plantation Christmas
1934

Pokemon believes with all his heart in Santa - which doesn't stop him being the most mischievious of imps at times… I like him believing in Santa. The day he doesn't - which will most likely be next year, we will be recycling cheer and good will into a year long affair, terminating in a huge treasure hunt for the most 'special' but inconsequential gifts on Christmas Day
My soul would wither if there weren't a little fantasy and magic in every Christmas
Your thoughts?