I spied the two fruit mince pies straight away. They were accompanied by two pieces of fruit cake, offset against a red Christmas tree shaped plate and wrapped in clear cellophane. I hoped that the gift was for me.Allie must have seen me looking because she said, "Glenda and Will were over for coffee last night and Glenda asked me to give you this gift."
I picked up the red plate. What a treat! It was just what I wanted to enjoy with a cup of tea on Christmas morning. And it is just what I didn't have. Mom's Christmas baking always included fruit mince pies.
Every Christmas I want to find time to do some baking and welcome Christmas in a restfully prepared manner. And every Christmas I don't. Every year there is a jolt of panic somewhere around the 20th of the month. This week? This week! Christmas is this week?!
And somewhere in there I quietly ask M, "Did you buy me a gift to unwrap on Christmas morning?" I see the panic in his eyes. No. "Good, then please don't because I don't have one for you." The relief is mutual.
And now, on Christmas Day, a simple gift of fruit mince pies and Christmas cake is pure delight for me. Later I say to M, "Next year, if you want to give me a gift for Christmas, wrap up some fruit mince pies."
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