a Christmas as we did.
The house on the mountain was polished and dressed
up within an ounce of its life.
The musicians having a last practice while the tree was being
trimmed.
The Prof and our son's youngest thoroughly enjoying themselves.
Hilarity at table with musical bon bons. Everyone had a numbered
whistle of the eight notes of the scale, one conducted from a
provided score, pointing at whoever needed to blow. The tempo
at times was uncertain but at least the tunes were recognizable
as we all worked up an appetite for the feast.
Thereafter, as the Christmas bell rang, a pilgrimage to the
music room and the candle lit tree. We even had some sparklers
on it, when I was little we called them wonder candles.
Then came the presents and youngest g-daughter was thrilled
with her very own viola and played on it straight away. During
the year she had been learning on a hired instrument.
On Christmas day it was back to the farm and another, even
bigger tree and more peresents, another feast, and
to top it all off, another work of art fron our daughter's
youngerst, A perfect cherry flan! Just delicious.
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Thank you to the busy bees who organize this great meme.
