A handmade holiday: reflecting on love, loss, and tradition

December 20, 2024

My husband David walking the dogs on Christmas Day, after heavy snowfall: it's a winter wonderland!

Christmas in the 1960s: a time for family to reconnect.

As the holiday season approaches, I find myself looking back on the handmade world I grew up in—a world where crafting, cooking, and creating something by hand meant more than anything store-bought ever could. Now, as an artist and an adult, that sentiment has taken root in my life. There’s a certain magic in handmade things, don’t you think? They carry with them the time, care, and love of the maker, making them irreplaceable.

Hannukah is celebrated by my family, as well as Christmas!

That said, I’ll admit I’ve become a bit lax about holiday decorating. Living in the countryside, surrounded by nature’s raw beauty, I often feel like the outdoors does the decorating for me. After a fresh snowfall, our landscape transforms into a breathtaking winter wonderland, with frosted trees and snow-covered fields stretching as far as the eye can see. This year, I’m hoping for that perfect, snowy scene on Christmas Day, when my father and brother come to visit.

A winter wonderland in December.

Our family celebration is a blend of traditions we’ve affectionately dubbed “Chrismukah,” reflecting the beautiful merging of my husband David’s faith and mine. It’s a new tradition that feels uniquely ours. Yet, the absence of my mum looms large during these times. She came from England, where tradition reigned supreme, and her holiday rituals—like baking Christmas Pudding—are etched into my memory. (I’ll be honest, my brother Andre and I never cared much for the pudding, but it’s a piece of her I treasure now). This year, we’ll be holding her close in our hearts, as we always do.

Since our mum’s passing in 2022, time spent with our dad has taken on even greater importance for Andre and me. Every moment feels like a gift, and I’m grateful for the chance to create new memories with him. I’m also incredibly thankful for my loving husband, David, who supports me in everything I do. His steady presence and encouragement mean the world to me, especially during times when I feel the weight of loss.

West Coast family photo: my brother, his wife, their kids and their daughter's boyfriend.

While I’m not sure how much I’ll decorate, I’m thinking of venturing into the forest to find a small spruce tree to bring home. Nothing too big—just something simple and natural to place the gifts beneath. I’ll also be making handmade holiday cards, a tradition I truly enjoy. There’s something special about sending a little piece of art to the people I care about, especially during a season meant for connection.

David will take the lead in the kitchen, cooking a meal that’s sure to be full of love and flavor. Meanwhile, my focus is on giving—not just to loved ones but to those in need. There’s so much joy in spreading kindness, and it feels like the most meaningful way to honor the season.

My father and my husband, preparing Christmas Day meal in our home, a few years ago.

This time of year reminds me to pause and recognize the incredible people in my life—family, friends, and loved ones—who have been there for me. While I may not see my friends as often as I’d like, I feel so fortunate to have their support and love. They are pillars in my life, offering strength and connection, and I only hope I can reciprocate their love in the same way.

Christmas meal 2016: both my parents, my husband, and our two dogs at the time.

As I reflect on the holidays, I realize they’re less about the material trappings and more about the people we share them with. I want to wish everyone a season filled with peace, happiness, and boundless creativity. May you find joy in the simple things—whether it’s a handmade card, a snowy walk in nature, or a warm meal shared with the ones you love.