I don’t really do Christmas and on December 25th I shall hopefully be up on a Lakeland fell enjoying the glorious emptiness of the place but for my mum it’s an important celebration so, as much as our views may differ, we have over the years come to a mutually respectful compromise.
For my part I send a card, usually homemade. Some of my earliest memories are of cutting and sticking with her, gluing up paper and card into scenes and constructions. It was her who got me into making and though I’ve moved on to different materials I’m grateful to her for that and supporting me through it all.
This years card is a simple scrap of sycamore with incised lettering cut by hand using the tip of a carving knife, I’m sure she won’t mind sharing it with you.
Merry Christmas Mum.
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