Christmas Day dawned grey and dark. And even when the sun had struggled up over the hidden horizon, the thick banks of cloud hovered so low that you could almost reach up and touch them. It was a day for nothing more important than celebrating and curling up inside our little haven of twinkle lights to chase the gloom away.
A day for candles and sparkle and the glimmer of a rainbow as a crystal bead ornament twirled from a branch; quilts and fluffy socks and the cosyness of a family drawn even closer.
What it was not, was a day for photography. No natural light, even for our house, which is dark to the point of underground even at the best of times during the winter and plenty of better things to do (at least if you ask H and the children anyway!).
But while so much of capturing Me and Mine shots for me is the push to capture the family in our ordinary everyday sort of months, I don’t want to not capture the big high days and holidays either. Last year’s December Me and Mine comes from Christmas Day, the girls dressed up in their festive finest and Pip sporting a reindeer babygro and the all important “My First Christmas” t-shirt, and I wanted this year’s to be the same – weather or no weather.
And so they may be grainy because I had to ramp the ISO through the roof but to me they are the perfect way to round out another wonderful year of Me and Mine.
My little family sat down to a table groaning under the weight of what I think must be the biggest turkey we’ve ever bought (it’s the first time I’ve put it in the oven before church anyway!) and all the rest of the trappings that make our Christmas dinner.
Kitty wearing a beautiful lace dress bought for her in the summer by her Grandma and which I was delighted and ever so slightly relieved to find still plenty long enough, Elma wearing the dress that Kitty wore for Christmas the year she was two that I think is one of the prettiest Christmas dresses ever made, and Master Pip Squeak looking every inch the smart little boy in his Sunday best.
He keeps pointing at the camera because as much as he’s used to seeing Mummy’s camera, I’m not sure he’s ever seen it standing on its legs in the middle of the lounge floor, and I’m pretty sure he was trying to tell me to go and do something about it!
Photos can be beautiful works of art that anyone can fall in love with and respond to, regardless of whether they have any connection to the place or people in the photo, and then there are the photos that are really no more than snapshots, but that hold open the connection in our minds back to the memories which were being made. Sometimes the two collide it’s true, but these are not one of those occasions, nor I suspect will December Me and Mine photo shoots ever by in that category. But they are wholeheartedly the second. For me these pictures echo with laughter, and cracker snaps, and Pip eating three portions of Christmas Pudding while Elma was completely unable to contain her excitement and kept dashing off to touch her presents and then run back again. It’s the girls running around in circles, just because, the squeaky full volume renditions of Santa Claus is coming to town, and the smiles and the joy.
They hold the feelings of ‘hygge’ that seemed to so perfectly describe our ‘slow Christmas’ and the certainty that the very best times in my life will always involve we five being together.
This merry little family of mine, in December:
Merry Christmas, and Happy New Year!