What’s lovely about Christmas is the way people interpret their celebrations differently. There’s a skeleton frame work that has been passed down from generation to generation, harking back to cultural legends, but enter someone’s house at this time of year and you’ll find their own personal style. I love to find out what people’s traditions are, secretly hoping they will be different from mine as I find it fascinating. It’s wonderful to stumble across an idea that could one day weave itself into the fabric of your own Christmas.
Not surprisingly I like to add a touch of whimsy to the occasion. My mother was such a wonderful woman with a real quirk to her style, her bones were fired with creativity and her vibrant soul would bubble out into every aspect of life. One Christmas she brought home a paper mache flying donkey, she was a artist by trade and simply couldn’t resist it’s whimsical nature. We hung it from a beam in the kitchen that year where it remained, year round, until we sold the house.
The flying donkey now resides in my home and each year, instead of an angel or star, I suspend him over the top of the Christmas tree. It involves knocking a hole in the ceiling in a slightly different place every time depending on how the tree is positioned, but quite frankly I couldn’t care less. It not only adds a touch of true nostalgia and the essence of my sweet mum, but it brings me great joy and isn’t that what Christmas is all about? A gorgeous chubby babe coming into the world to bring us joy and hope. I may be the only one who is reminded of this fact through the form of a paper mache flying mule but I kind of like that. He’s my festive dose of whimsy.