Christmas in London
What a whirlwind it’s been this week of festivities!
Everyone’s assurances that we would love spending Christmas en famille here in London certainly have come true, and there’s more to come. We’ve decorated our traditional mirror on the dining table with the lead soldiers, Nutcrackers, skaters, sledders and the occasional stern bobby. What has happened here? A Nancy Kerrigan moment?
We have had great fun acquiring new ornaments, although I certainly do not need them, but what could be more fun than a couple of new fairies?
There is nothing more festive than trawling the high street shops, peeking into this one and that, and coming away with a new bauble or two.
But of course the old friends are the best, really. What would life be without a felt cat dressed to the nines for a holiday shopping trip?
Home has been beautiful but we’ve also been out and about. We headed to the West End on a rainy but exciting afternoon to see Simon Callow onstage, simply incredible in a one-man production of “A Christmas Carol.” How on earth he could play Scrooge, Marley, all three Spirits, Fezziwig, Bob Cratchett all by himself for 90 minutes, with no props except a pile of chairs and a string of fairy lights, I cannot imagine, but he pulled it off. Even the lad who brings his Christmas turkey was spot-on. “You, lad!” “Whah?”
The decorations on Leicester Square were just beautiful, even in the cold rain.
From there we were onto our first “panto,” a truly mad, outlandish British Christmas tradition. My friend Lily, who included us in her family’s panto trip, explained, “British people normally keep all their emotions in and behave themselves, so panto is the one time we can let go and be completely crazy!” The idea is to take a typical fairy tale, like Cinderella in our case, and turn it into the ultimate audience participation event.
The narrator — a fallen fairy looking to get his wings back (played by Stephen Fry’s ex-love Steven Webb!) — enlisted our help. “When I sing, ‘I believe I can fly,’ it’s your job to get me back on track, so you shout, “Get on with it!’ ” And whenever a character tried to steal Cinderella’s magic slippers, we had to scream, “That’s not your present, that’s not your present!” The fairy pelted the audience with sweets, taking up a tennis racket to shoot them up into the upper circle where we sat. We had such fun.
And then, because it’s our family, we were onto the first food event of “Christmas in London,” with this fabulous delivery of holiday treats from my darling local shop, “Two Peas in a Pod.”
How clever was it of them to give all their customers a sheet offering every single fruit and vegetable you can possibly imagine and offering to deliver it all for free right up to Christmas Eve. I went a bit mad, admittedly, but the temptation was too great to resist. Tomatoes, mushrooms, garlic and onions, spinach, romesco, lemons and limes, potatoes, apples, celery, shallots and Savoy cabbage, and even organic eggs! As I took a late-afternoon nap on the dark afternoon of the 23rd, up drove the van from Peas with two smiling delivery guys. “Happy Christmas, enjoy!”
On the morning of Christmas Eve, John went into the village to pick up our order of shucked oysters for stew and I prepared the fragrant brew of celery, garlic, onions, butter, cream. I don’t know why I don’t make it more often as it brings an enormous smile to John’s face and he is very, very happy for the several days that the enormous vat holds out. So delicious and this year even Avery decided she likes it! Go on, give it a try and your family may have a new tradition for Christmas Eve!
There was no rest for the wicked, however, because as soon as the stew was ready to rest and gather its flavors together, we were off to a new Christmas activity for us: a heavenly evening of Carols at Westminster Abbey, tickets courtesy of my wonderful friend Suzanne. Simply unworldly. There were strictly no photos allowed inside, so all I can share is the beautiful view as we waited in the enormously long queue.
I have always been a massive fan of choral music, but my experiences until now have always been limited to lovely recordings. Nothing could possibly have prepared me for the unearthly beauty, the more-than-human sound of dozens of little boys’ voices singing “Once in Royal David’s City,” wafting into the ceiling of the Abbey. We were seated right by the nave where Kate and William were married! We were given small candles as we entered the Abbey, and just before the final carol, “Hark, the Herald Angels Sing,” the vergers came around and lit the candles on the aisles and we lit from each other’s. The lights all went out. Pure heaven.
How lucky we are to live here!
We raced home to light every single candle, warm up the oyster stew, and welcome our friends Elspeth and her family and friend Leo. How beautiful everything looked.
Except perhaps for the soggy, wretched egg rolls which are meant to be my family’s Christmas Eve tradition. “They’re sticking to the foil! Isn’t that the whole point of the foil? Somebody get a spatula.” They lay, like beached dead things, on the platter. Oh well, there was lovely homemade vegetable fried rice to accompany the stew, which was really the star of the show. Oh, and Elspeth’s savoury olive and nuts, and Leo’s contribution of strong blue cheese and ginger biscuits! Elspeth presented us with a framed photo of John and me at our new “plot of dirt,” taken on the day we witnessed the bungee jumpers in our front yard. So, so thoughtful.
Finally it was Christmas Day, with all the beautiful presents we have spent all year choosing. The nicest thing, for me, is a present only I would want, that it takes someone who really knows and loves me to choose. John gave me a jar of homemade “Fox Point” seasoning which he had concocted from individual spices and herbs from the Portobello Spice Shop. He knew I was running out and had relied on our Christmas trip home to replenish it. What a perfect gift. And my friend Alyssa sent along the most perfect dish, for some unknown reason bearing the words “Something Else.”
This saying harkens back to the summer day, long ago in Tribeca, when Alyssa’s hilarious son Elliot, about two years old and stark naked, stood belligerently in front of the open pantry door, trying to find a snack.
“How about an Oreo?” Alyssa offered.
“NO! Something else!”
“How about a pretzel?”
“NO! Something else!”
How magical and peculiar for Alyssa to find this dish, just for me. “I really wish I could have been there to see your face when you opened it.”
Avery was thrilled with the fake-fur throw we gave her to keep her warm in her frigid top-of-the-house bedroom.
Delicious.
After opening our presents, we headed next door to darling Suzanne and John’s house to have a glass of bubbly, a bite of smoked salmon, and a moment of family life.
Avery performed her usual magic photographing the world’s most beautiful two-year-old, their granddaughter Polly.
How lovely, and typical of Suzanne, to know that spending a bit of time with a child — and her tiny twin siblings! — would be just the ticket to make us feel our Christmas was complete. Of course, it helped to have a dog in wings there, as well. Dear Piggy.
It was completely heartwarming to be included in so many friends’ plans, everyone wanting us to feel the comfort of surrogate family.
And that was our holiday. We missed our family and friends at Red Gate Farm desperately, and tied up quite a few hours of telephone time catching up as the afternoon waned. I got to hear from my uncle all about the successful oyster stew THEY made from my recipe and the oysters I had sent to them! And I got to chat with my beautiful niece about the 620-piece Lego edifice she was working on. “My mommy is wearing the apron you gave her, from Avery’s school Christmas Fair. How was that Fair? Tell me about the atmosphere.” I love it!
We settled down with roasted ham wrapped in bacon. Only in England.
We settled down with our supper — the ham supplemented with grated potatoes and shallots baked in Boursin and cream, and Laurie Colwin stuffing, heaven — and the Christmas special of “Doctor Who.” What could be better.
I must love you and leave you as we are expected at a festive dinner party in one of the most beautiful houses I have ever seen, hosted by our elegant friend Eleanor who also happens to be a wizard cook. I expect nothing less than delicious, and what a treat, to be cooked for. There will be another family’s Christmas decorations to admire, another family’s traditions to hear about, another family’s table to celebrate. John, Avery and I wish each and every one of you the warmest possible holiday, and a very Happy New Year!
Wow, you totally captured our Christmas. I rest comfortably in the knowledge that I don’t actually have to live my life, I need only read all about it!
xJ
The world should know, well, at least the readers of this blog should know, that, while producing this quintessential London Christmas, Kristen was also single handed making Christmas across the Atlantic and halfway across America. Totally in skipping Christmas mode and in the middle of the Arizona desert, I am getting used to a new knee and and spending time with an assortment of physical therapists–not really grinchy but a little disengaged. With full strength of her will and generous
Christmas spirit, Kristen has made Christmas for me and John’s Aunt Jeanne. It started with ornaments made of sheet music that came early days which we hung on my right-after-surgery-walker. Made everyone smile. After there was a steady stream of sweet packages, and the ensuing Kristen generated Christmas spirit. She’s a keeper. But you knew that.
Happy New Year,
John’s Mom
Wonderful, Kristen. It turns out that sharing someone else’s Christmas, from admiring their decorations to sampling their food & champagne (and it turns out, reading their blog!), somehow enriches your own Christmas! How I miss the hilarity of Panto (“He’s behind you!”), and the piercing beauty of “Once in Royal David’s City”. It all sounds ‘extra festive’ indeed! Happy Christmas & a very Merry New Year.
Such sweet comments! John’s mom, it was a pleasure to do even tiny things to try to make your non-Christmas a bit of a holiday. We missed you terribly! John, you know we only DO these lovely things so I can write about them! Sarah, I loved your Christmas blog post.
Kristen — it is obvious that you make Christmas warm, homey, and loving wherever you are! It’s you… Love reading about it, as usual. (Nancy Kerrigan: ha ha)
Sweet! Thank you. :)
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