My 11 year-ol niece came over yesterday to help me prepare for Christmas. We strung lights on the front porch, added some garland and a bow. We put up the tree, strung lights and decorated it. Her older brother climbed up on a chair to straighten out the branches and place the angel on top.
Then we baked. We played Charlie Brown's Christmas CD and sang as I taught her the family recipe that has been handed down through generations. Grandma Fenton always baked it for us and Grandpa took over when she was no longer able to continue. He always used whole wheat flour which was a different texture from hers with the rice flour. My niece promised to keep the tradition flowing to further generations.
It was a good way to spend the day. We felt joy and appreciation for each other and the long line of people who came before us. I cemented my role in the continuum by handing the torch over to the next generation. She's a bit young but my niece soaks up tradition and stories like a sponge cake with tea. And her very first attempt at shorbread melts in your mouth.