As long as I can remember, I've wanted to be a good photographer. In the last few years I've worked especially hard towards this goal, but the more I learn, the more I see the flaws in what I take and the more images I take in pursuit of the skill, the harder it is to keep up with editing, sharing and printing (so many images, so few prints, but that's a goal for 2016!). Taking good photos at Christmas time is especially hard, there is so much else going on, but I really tried this year to capture some of the moments to remember, and that make Christmas special for us, whilst being mindful not to experience everything from behind the lens. These are the results, imperfect certainly, but I know that in ten years time, when Florence is older than India is now and our Christmases will look very different, these photos and the memories they bring back will be a treasure.
This is a mixed bunch taken almost exclusively in challenging (ugly) lighting, frequently flawed and quickly edited. There is plenty of what we did missing from this collection; me cutting out 100 cardboard Christmas trees for Florence's class party craft; Georgia and Savannah joyfully spending a whole evening popping and bagging popcorn for their class party; trips to the post office and to the Danish butcher in Hang Hau for the turkey; mince pie baking and baking; fancy shopping trips with lunch dates for me and the big girls and the traditional 'Christmas Eve Eve' outing for Keith and the girls to the movies while I stay home wrapping. What you can see is; India performing in her school play; the crazies that go into making our annual Christmas card; Florence starring as Sheep no. 4 in the Year 1 Nativity; baking the Christmas cake using the recipe that Mum has used all my life and that she sent to me 15 years ago when I was pregnant with India; Florence having the time of her life at the party in Daddy's office and then making her first ever visit to Santa (setting the bar high with what was most definitely the real Santa in Pacific Place); Disneyland; ice skating; one handmade gift; the joy of a spontaneous Christmas Eve kitchen parade with the Christingle candles we received from the beautiful outdoor service at St. John's Cathedral; traditional Christmas Eve bedtime stories that the big girls still want to hear and the fun of Christmas morning with new toys for all.
My one regret? That I didn't ask Santa for matching Christmas pyjamas to spare you the sight of me in my old nightie on Christmas morning!