Our visit to the Vörösmarty square was the first station of our traditional pre-Christmas celebration.
Here we saw...
traditional hand-made stuff
and traditional hand-made mugs
(these were my favourite ones...aren't they cute?)
and here we smelled traditional cinnamon-orange hangers and decorations
(each of them smelling like Christmas itself)
and met food that looked
and even smelled like food from the traditional Hungarian Christmas Eve menue
(though I must admit: there were a few things I will never ever wish to try...for example, see the leftmost big bowl? Guess what it hid! Any ideas?I'll help you: the lower parts of hundreds of cocks...)
later on we also listened to traditional Christmas music in a non-traditional way: it was performed by a group of talented polar bears!
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Then pre-Christmas snow arrived and filled our garden with whiteness, and our hearts with happiness.
it covered the evergreen trees with everlasting lightness (at least, I wished to experience its eternal nature)
and our outdoor Christmas tree which can be seen from my window
(honestly, it is almost the only thing I can see from there)
(this reminds me of a symbol: the Cross with the Lamb on it)
it covered the bushes
and the berries
(wonder how they were able to survive the first half of winter...crazy plants do we have, no doubt about that...)
and the garden swing, where we usually sit during hot and sultry summer months
and our car
snow ruled our garden as it covered each and every corner,
everything
and everybody:)
and every bodypart
it
almost covered me totally and irrevocably
as I was trying to take a photo in the snow
and during the action, I suddenly began sinking...
But hey, wait a minute! I thought I was supposed to be covered only
almost!
This doesn't seem
almost, this seems
irrevocably! See? Nothing remained of me.
No traces, no signs, nothing. Just crystal-like and blinding snow....
and a little white house in the middle of an even whiter whiteness.
Without any witness. What a happiness.
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The clear pre-Christmas whiteness dressed our garden in Christmas wear, still, a few days later but before Christmas Eve unfortunately all the snow melted away. However, this was the point when Christmas left our garden and stepped into our house. Leaving all the cold whiteness outside, and bringing colours and warmth inside.
It brought a Christmas-tree
and Christmas presents
especially hand-made ones for Mom
for Dad
and even for Zsolti.
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And when we ate up all the eatable parts of our Christmas presents, we turned to our Christmas cakes:
to the chocolate-almond cake
to the cottage-cheese, blueberry and peach cake (mostly made by me)
and finally, to the poppy-seed cake, which, you Americans all know, is the biggest Hungarian drug ever on Earth...thus there is a high risk to become addicted to it.
Not only almost. Irrevocably. :)
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Originally, 2009 wasn't one of my favourite numbers...still, the several great and adventurous events that have happened to me and my family during this past year's months all contributed to looking back to it with good memories and joy.
Looking forward to 2010 with the same hopes!
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Happy New Year to all of You, who read my blog!:)
it covered the evergreen trees with everlasting lightness (at least, I wished to experience its eternal nature)
and the garden swing, where we usually sit during hot and sultry summer months
snow ruled our garden as it covered each and every corner, 
and during the action, I suddenly began sinking...
and a little white house in the middle of an even whiter whiteness.
