The Cuckoos had an excellent Yule....in fact we had so much fun, I forgot to take any pictures until I was drifting off to sleep and said ooooooops.
Our house reminded me of the Trace Adkins song, "Every light in the house was on"....but ours was lit by candles of all shapes and sizes. Instead of the cooking of the past. We went with the sun shape of the kids favorite pizza and called it happy. Sure beats killing myself in the kitchen after Holiday cookie baking. And I am not a purist by any stretch of the imagination. So round yellow, orange and red pizza fit right into the celebration.
The battle of the kings was done by our two "in house pretenders to the thrown". I get a big kick out of their faux battle. Errol Flynn has nothing on these two when they battle to the death of dark and victory of light in winter and vice versa in summer. And then RyLeigh shares his thoughts with us......"kingie, I am your father", and then does the Darth Vadar breathing..... So much for sticking to essence of the event.
We ate our cupcakes, (sorry Maddy no pics of the sun goodies) they were yummy. Tried a new recipe. They tasted like apple cinnamon donuts...yummers. We sat outside and toasted marshmallows around our new fire pit. Sang some songs, made the neighbors to the backside of our house turn on their lights looking for whatever was making the noise. Used some fire magic powder. The grands always love the smell of that and the glitter in the fire. They also like the fact that the fire burns up with addition of the powder. (flour, sugar and glitter). We did a new family ritual and wrote out our goal for the new light coming, what would stand in our way and how we would find away to get to our goal in spite of the obstacle. It was very freeing and also added to the fire part of the evening.
Part of what we do for every ritual observation is have the grands give their explanation of the celebration. It always gives them the opportunity to not only feel apart of what's going on but also to get all of the elements correct or have them explained if they are melding things together. GK wrote a poem this time and it was so dear. Can't share it with you though because it is very personal but lovely. Ry is getting to be such a master of the circle. You can ask him anything you want to know about salt and he's got that subject mastered. And yes, he is worth his weight in salt...just ask him.
Then I got up before dawn to greet the baby sun with a virgin tequila sunrise. It was a lovely sunrise.
We had BBQ Ribs and all the trimmings at a great little diner in Cedar Crest named "Ribs". We sat close to the ovens and got warm and had a great view of the ribs smoking away. It was right after lunch that we decided to make a detour home to get some dry clothes and rest up a bit before we headed back up the mountains to Madrid. So we had three hours of down time, warm baths and just before dusk headed back out to see the lights of Madrid.
We did a little side trip on the way home. Pulled off the mountain road onto a turn around, got out of the car and appreciated the clear sky views of the star studded sky. Lots of ooooohs, awwwwwhs. A little work on our constellation spotting. Worth every shiver the night gave us. And boy were we all tired when we got home. Great Yule and the day after.
Today I helped the grands create their Mom's gifts for Christmas. RyLeigh used the sewing machine to sew his Mom a warm hat and loved it. I might have a "sewer man" as he calls himself, which would be delightful. Plans for making mittens after Christmas are in the works. GK and I saw a bracelet made with a frayed hem of denim jeans as the base and she did a wonderful job and great interpretation of what she had seen. The only part I contributed was sketching her plan out before she started. So now officially, the only thing I have left to do is cook roast "beast" for our dinner on Christmas and maybe a pan of fudge for Christmas Day.
I won't be blogging anymore until after Christmas, so I'll take this opportunity to wish all of you and yours a very blessed and joyful Christmas. Smooches and Holiday Squoozes. Oma Linda