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Whatever you call it, every country seems to have a national holiday. A holiday that seems to be made for picnics and beach-time and getting together with family. Australia has Australia Day and New Zealand has Waitangi Day. Whatever you may think of the Treaty of Waitangi, I imagine that most would agree that Waitangi Day is a day of national significance - even if just for the opportunity to celebrate being Kiwi or living in this country.
Today we were blessed with sunny weather and we made the most of it ...
Now, if we could have only had golden sand as well (the sand I grew up with), it would have been perfect.
What better way to begin 2018 than with a family picnic at the beach/creek? Some of the older adults had gone fishing in the river mouth prior to the family gathering at the beach but with no success (we'll I'm assuming they weren't successful as I haven't heard otherwise). As we started collecting in the crowded carpark near the beach, it began to rain. Undeterred we continued with our plans and the rain soon stopped, the monster waves that were predicted didn't eventuate, and we had a wonderful time. There may even be some new contenders in the master kayakers' league now!
Years ago, someone wrote into a local newspaper complaining that Christians had tried to put their stamp on a Christmas parade. Why do Christians have to make Christmas about their beliefs?
As ludicrous as it may sound it shows just how far we have fallen as a nation that it's no longer known that Christmas is (or at least used to be) a Christian celebration. Hollywood, Hallmark, and commercialism have managed to turn it into a happy holiday and if anyone remembers its origins it's along the same lines of the Saint Nicholas and Santa Claus story.
I've often wondered why someone who denies Jesus Christ would still choose to celebrate Christmas, but for years as a nation we've been taking Christ out of Christmas and making it just another holiday. Worse, we've imbued the season with messages of peace, joy and love, without stopping to consider or acknowledge the One who gives and brings those gifts. And as Christians, we've gone along for the ride.
For the thirty-second or thirty-third year in a row (I'm not sure which) DH and I have made his mother's Christmas Pudding recipe. Only today did I learn that it had been passed down from her mother.
Nowadays we have lots of helpers. Which is a good thing ... even if slightly messy.
Once again, I share photos from a family tradition that I hope someone will take up when we're well and truly past mixing puds. I've suggested that The Most Adorable Granddaughter#1 be in charge but she wasn't too keen on the idea. I wonder why?