In a season for giving and sharing, of stocking the freezer and checking the lights, these are moments to treasure – special moments to share in twinship with the special one.
We are at home this Christmas time, after many Christmas spent far away from home – away from its relentless commercialisation.
We all have our favourite things about Christmas. Our Christmas tree and the little electric lights were brought out for the ritual of decorating it with enormous pleasure by me, born in Germany where the tradition of decorating a tree for Christmas is thought to have originated.
Our Christmas crib in the magical glow of little lights and graced by three large satin angels (courtesy of my mother) is my husband Jo’s creation. It contains mainly figures from Bangkok with additions acquired by us from various parts of Europe including England.
A red tablecloth, embroidered by my mother, covered our dining table – its centrepiece, a beautiful floral arrangement in a crystal container. Two stars, white and silver, were hung on two locations. We love this time. It can be magical – of Peace, Hope and Love.
Love can give us a fairy tale – all the sweets of life…. It is said “Love is only a word until we find the person who gives it a sense”. We would not disagree on that…
We wish all of you more happiness and good health to light up this Festive and Family time of the year. – Carina
Some more Christmas scenes from our house:
I woke up in my hotel bed long before the requested “wake up” call. Having taken my medicine for this wretched foot of mine, who’s swelling just refuses to come down, and enjoying my first cup of coffee lovingly prepared by JS, I too settled down to reading the morning paper but was soon slightly ‘put off’ by the usual headlines of gloom and doom from around the world. Contemplating if I really wanted to continue or listen to some nice gentle music instead my eyes were drawn to a small article complimented by a few photographs on the inside of this newspaper.
Once I started reading I simply could not stop and before I knew what hit me tears were streaming down my face. My subsequent sobbing made JS jump out of his chair and rush to my side assuming that I was overcome with too much pain. I could only point to the article which he quickly read and understood and the gentle man that he is, he let me cry for a little while. And a few moments later I realised that as apparently some of my tears were also part of a certain amount of self-pity because of the pain I have to endure right now, the majority were for this sad and at the same time beautiful story – and all my self-pity flew out of the window in one big whoosh. I even felt a bit ashamed for feeling sorry for myself – my problems are absolutely nothing compared to not only some stories here on screen but especially this heart rendering one.
Xie, a young 44 year old woman from Beijing, is suffering from terminal lung cancer in its last stages and she had only one wish – to get married to 50 year old Tea, who is from Korea and whom she had met 2 years ago. When he learned of her cancer he proposed and in December 2013 the two loving people tied the knot in an auditorium in Beijing. Xie who is now extremely thin and far too ill to stand during the 30 minutes ceremony, sat in a chair – looking as regal as a Queen and very radiant. Xie wore a tailor made western style long white wedding frock made out of satin and lots of lace.
But the most beautiful thing of all was to see the love and happiness of this beautiful bride and the love and devotion on her groom Tea’s face.
One can only wish and hope that this couple will be given the chance by “the powers above” to spend some more time together here on earth.