I offer you the gift of the attached video. It epitomizes what it is that I love so much about the approaching holiday season, and about maintaining the child still in us.
The smell of Christmas spice is lingering in our house this morning. Over the weekend I baked fruitcake. I used two different recipes yielding six “bricks” as some fruitcake haters might call them. We don’t call them bricks around here—my family likes fruitcake. One recipe uses absolutely no “scary stuff”—those sticky, candied fruit peels. It requires only dried fruits of all kinds and three kinds of nuts. The other recipe has some of the scary stickies in it—and chocolate chips. Quite fun.
Last week when the temps hit 70 degrees one day I got a jump on the season and strung our Christmas lights across the bushes in front of our house. I also went browsing in a floral shop that is decorated for the Season already, and I bought this new snow globe. I picked it up and put it down twice before I decided to give myself permission to buy a new Christmas decoration. We hardly need another thing to be packed away after the day has come and gone, but this globe pulled me in when I turned its switch and watched the lights change color against the snow glitter inside. That evening when I saw the way it lit up the room with its “quiet” way, it reminded me of why I will never grow up completely. I don’t want to miss out on that simple magic.
I cringe when I hear people in the stores say things like, “Christmas isn’t that far off . . .” ‘Oh, I know . . . I’m just dreading it.’
Are you kidding me?! What’s to dread? Christmas isn’t the problem. We have a choice: allow the super-commercialization to clobber us and our debit cards over the head, or guard our time and energy for what really resonates with us.
There’s nothing Pollyanna about my approach here. I have a brother-in-law facing “suspicious” medical unknowns this week. My sister-in-law experienced a near-fatal medical episode a while back. A church I’ve been a part of for many years will decide this week if they need to close their doors; people will be losing their jobs. Friends of mine are dealing with job burn-out and are nowhere near retirement age. I am mindful and concerned for all of them.
I hope you haven’t grown up so much that you no longer ‘get it,’ and I also hope you will keep this snow globe handy for when things get crazy for you.
AUTHOR NOTE: The video was made while listening to the music of W.G. Snuffy Walden’s arrangement of “The First Noel,” as recorded on the CD titled: A Windham Hill Christmas. My family and I own a broad range of both Mr. Walden’s work as well as other Windham Hill musicians/products.
Feel like giving the eternally maligned fruitcake another chance? See if this recipe works for you.
“No scary sticky things” Fruitcake
Preheat oven to 300 degrees.
1 cup all-purpose flour
½ tsp. salt
¼ tsp. baking soda
½ tsp. allspice
½ tsp. cinnamon
½ tsp. cloves
½ tsp. mace
½ tsp. nutmeg
½ cup melted butter
¾ cup black coffee (cold)
½ cup brown sugar
1 cup raisins
1 cup dried fruits (cherries, cranberries, craisins, peaches, apricots, etc.)
1 cup chopped dates
1 cup chopped nuts (walnuts, almonds or pecans—your choice)
1 cup semi-sweet or dark chocolate chips
¼ cup rum or brandy (apple cider could be used, but why?)
Mix the melted butter, eggs, rum and coffee together.
Add brown sugar and mix well.
Add rest of dry ingredients and place in a sprayed and floured loaf pans. I use two 8 x 4 inch loaf pans.
Bake for 1-1/2 to 2 hours, or until done. Test with a cake tester.
NOTE: Do not use glass baking dishes for this.
After cakes have cooled for 10 minutes, remove them from pans; allow to finish cooling, and then wrap well and freeze until needed.