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Bon Appetit, a Wire Egg Basket and Christmas

Eggs, originally uploaded by Shirley Buxton.

“The skeptical New Yorker in me tries to hold back, says to be cool. Yet as I approach Rockfeller Plaza via the passageway off 50th Street, I can’t help grinning at the first glimpse. It is always magical. A towering Norway spruce, draped in five miles of red, green, blue, and yellow bulbs, bringing a burst of joy to the heart of Manhattan.

To fully appreciate the harmony of the Christmas tree at Rockefeller Center, I go around the corner to the entrance on Fifth Avenue, opposite the block’s second greatest holiday attraction, the storytelling windows at Saks Fifth Avenue. From here, thanks to the slope of the approach to the Plaza a breathtaking panorama unfolds upward. In the foreground are the graceful, somewhat ethereal, white wire angels installed annually in the Channel Gardens, their long brass horns point toward the bright animation of the Plaza skaing rink and, …..”

I’ve taken these words from an article by Nao Hauser in the December 2003 issue of Bon Appetit, for in many ways her (his?) attitude concerning Christmas, its institutions and traditions reflects mine so well. There are so many areas of our lives in which we must exhibit restraint, hold ourselves back, “be cool.” Christmas is not one of those. I’m not talking about spending money, although some of us may spend more than we should at this time, and we should be cautious about that. We can celebrate in a very fine way without extending ourselves past what is appropriate for our own budget.

I speak instead of focus on our great God and His gift to the world on that Christmas long ago (whatever month it was). I speak of baking for our friends and throwing parties, of decorating cookies with our children, of pots of chocolate, of walking our neighborhoods and feasting our eyes on twinkling lights and swaying tinsel, of parties and sing-a-longs, of children dressed in bathrobes at the Sunday school drama where the youngsters sing off key and it’s perfect and they forget their lines and they grin and wave at mom, of tiny Mary and Joseph and a plastic Jesus in a makeshift manger, of concerts and Handel’s magnificent Messiah, and, yes, crowded malls, and wrapping presents and traffic and honking horns.

It’s Christmas! Tomorrow is my first party, an annual get-to-gether that Jerry and I host here in our home. We missed last year for we had been traveling and was not home for either Thanksgiving or Christmas, but all the other years since we have lived here in Crestline, we have thrown a party for our neighbors and friends…and we both love doing it.

I’ve been cooking a lot, but except for what can only be done at the last minute, I am finished. I’ve used lots of eggs, and that gives me a chance to set out this little wire basket that I picked up somewhere, sometime, in some era of my life. I think it may be for eggs…not sure, but I love the way it looks and when I’m doing lots of cooking and need eggs at room temperature, I bring out this wire basket and set out my eggs. I’ve made a Christmas present from this—a Christmas present for myself—a chance to pause and consider the beauty and incredible elegance of the simple things of nature that set around me every day, of gifts I have been given, of simple objects I possess, that seen through “opened eyes” are found to be stellar works of art.

It’s Christmas! Don’t restrain yourself. Rejoice, celebrate, give…to others and to yourself. The Messiah is come!

9:30 Edit: As you can imagine, a little help in my house wouldn’t hurt today. I found just the worker I want over at Bereans. You can’t miss this. Play the whole video; you will be quite astonished.

By Shirley Buxton

Still full of life and ready to be on the move, Shirley at 83 years old feels blessed to have lots of energy and to be full of optimism. She was married to Jerry for 63 years, and grieves yet at his death in August of 2019. They have 4 children, 13 grandchildren and 11 great-grandchildren...all beautiful and highly intelligent--of course. :)

10 replies on “Bon Appetit, a Wire Egg Basket and Christmas”

Hi Shirley,

You just left a comment on my blog. And I thought I’d return the kindness by reading yours. I’m very happy that you decided to leave a comment. I love reading your stories and it keeps me positive and hopeful that everything I am working towards…and for … are all the right thing.

I look forward to reading more of your holiday festivities.

With warm thoughts,
Melissa

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Sister Buxton–How beautiful to sit back and remember the simple things in life and the beauty of them. God surely is great and quite an artist.

Have a wonderful party. Can’t wait to see pictures.

Merry Christmas and God Bless!!!!

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I love the translucent quality of the eggs that you have captured. They are lovely. Eggs are proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy. I hope you had a wonderful first party. I, too, love Christmas.

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Tommyjoe, you’re so right; it was anything but a silent night. (Actually, last year I suggested to one of the preachers in my family that such a title and such a subject would make a fabulous Christmas sermon. I never heard that any of them preached the message. 😦 I believe they think it more important to hear from God than to hear from Mom or wifey!) It was a night of angels speaking from the heavens, of bewildered shepherds rushing about, of a scrambled sky, a scene in Heaven that we can’t possibly imagine, and finally it was the wail of a new born baby boy. No, it was not a silent night…but a blessed and joyful one…for unto us was born the Saviour of the world. Awesome, isn’t it?

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Sis. Buxton:

YES, have a great party. Maybe I’ll get to be there next year! LOVED THE PICTURE OF THE EGGS. My sister Karen has been making me eggs in the morning. She says, according to Jack LaLaine (sp?) who’s now 90, that one should start out his morning w/protein. I love hard boiled eggs.

I’ve GOT to get to NY sometime. I’m from what used to be THE 2ND CITY (Chicago). It was overtaken a while back by LA, so Chicago is now the 3rd city.

One more thing–I always wonder WHEN exactly that first “Christmas” was. (Some say October.) Was it actually a warmer time of year (considering the shepherds on the hillside)? Was it really a SILENT NIGHT with all the excitement going on? These are questions I ask myself EVERY CHRISTMAS! HA!

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“It’s Christmas! Don’t restrain yourself. Rejoice, celebrate, give…to others and to yourself. The Messiah is come!” A woman after my own heart.

I love Christmas. I’ve been decorating this week (more slowly than planned for various reasons). Today I pulled out the nativity and decided to place Mary, Joseph, and the Christ Child in the manger off to one side with everyone’s eyes, of course, on the babe. I enjoyed making that decision. Who said the Holy family was right in the middle of the stable? Why? As I placed each figure in its (this year’s) place, I thought of his/her role in the Christmas story. Yes, I know the three kings got there later. So? This is Christmas. Why hold back? The Messiah is come! Worship Jesus.

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I’ll try. I seem to have difficulty taking good pictures when I’m in charge of the function. I’m sure I can get a couple of good ones, though. Wish you guys could be here.

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