It’s Christmas eve. I’m sitting alone in my sitting room, staring at the fire as it crackles and flames up the chimney. A lot of the work for tomorrow is now done; I’ve cooked and then baked the ham and it looks resplendent in its crown of cloves and cover of glaze. I’ve made the special stuffing with sausagemeat, onions, bramley apple and sage. I’ve made the meringues and jelly for the Eton Mess dessert and I’ve roasted and shelled the chestnuts and cooked up the sprouts for tomorrow…
So I’m sitting here now, having given the kids (or baby adults I should say) a list of things to do around the house to have it clean and tidy for tomorrow. All this effort!! I’m exhausted already….
As I worked away, chopping and frying and baking today, I started to think about Christmas, what it means and what it is supposed to be all about. The message of Christmas is a personal one and we all have our own opinions, faith or lack thereof. But when I was thinking about all this, I started to wonder about the three wise men. As I worked away all day, that morphed then into who my three wise women would be and why.
My mother, one of the strongest woman I know would be the Number 1; the leader… She has dedicated her whole life to her family, to me, my sisters and brothers and my dad. She is such a strong woman. We have been friends for years, she’s not just my mother. She is compassionate, loving, giving, funny, (she’s crap at games but we don’t hold that against her) and after being a pioneer for seventy years, decided that she didn’t want to die without having tried alcohol at least once… She tried champagne one Christmas and decided that she actually did like the taste so every now and then, she’ll take a little tipple.. She loves good wines, good books, good people and would give the clothes off her back to someone in need. She is my hero.
The second wise woman is my sister Maria. She’s more like our mother than she realizes. She is strong, funny, witty, whacky, loving and giving. She is one of my best friends. She is a rock of sense, has the most seductive laugh, she is gorgeous in personality as well as looks, and doesn’t realize how utterly wonderful she is. She is highly efficient in everything she does except when it comes to herself. She doesn’t trust herself completely. She was married for a long time and then all of a sudden she wasn’t. Since then, her confidence has wavered, her faith in herself has been knocked and she is only just recovering the sense of herself. She is remarkable in every single aspect and I am both honoured and delighted to have her as my sister and best mate…
The third wise woman is my mate. We went to school together and for a few years lost touch, but for the past decade or so, we have again been the best of buddies. She has seen me through some dark days and I have seen her through dark days. Struggling with bipolar is not always an easy thing for others to cope with. It can affect those around you and for me, she just accepted me as I was, as I am. She rolls with the punches (metaphoric ones!!!), and is always there for me when I need her. She has battled her own bouts of depression, having had an alcoholic husband and she just ‘gets’ what I mean when I describe the dark times! They are my three wise women. They walk with me in my life through adversity, through happiness, through it all….. And I love each of them with all my heart – my wise and wonderful women.
Happy Christmas/Holidays to you all….