Mrs. Bennet sets quite the table for her Christmas feast. Later that night, Elizabeth paced the very clean drawing room, waiting for their guests to arrive. Fresh evergreen and holly filled the room with the season’s fragrances, tied with cheery red bows. It should have been a very pleasing scene, but the tension in the room threatened to suffocate her. “Why do you not take a seat, Lizzy?” Aunt Gardiner asked. “I should surely run … Continue reading →
The new Darcy family gathers around the yule log to celebrate the season. Elizabeth sat in the upstairs sitting room, reading. Now things were returned to normal, a few minutes on her own proved pleasant, not isolating. Earlier that day, Darcy and Fitzwilliam had taken the children and Georgiana to cut decorations for the house. Evergreen boughs and Christmas roses adorned the mantle and filled vases on the tables throughout the house, the fruits of … Continue reading →
The arrival of the mumpers doesn’t seem like such a blessing. A few more stitches, and the embroidery on the bodice would be done. Kitty examined the hoop of pale yellow muslin in the morning light. Drat! Several tiny stitches fell wrong, yet again. A soft rap on the door demanded her attention. “Miss Bennet?” Hill poked her head in. “The mumpers are coming up the lane.” “St. Thomas Day already?” Kitty dropped her tambour … Continue reading →
What is wrong with a kissing ball? It was Christmas Eve. At home, Kitty and her sisters—no wait, no one would be left at Longbourn to go out to cut evergreen and holly boughs for decorating the house and making a kissing ball. She stopped and sank down to the stair step, face in her hands. Even being at the Darcy townhouse in London could not make up for the arsey-varsey tumult her life had become. All … Continue reading →
The Sunday before the Netherfield Ball was Stir it up Sunday, the day Christmas puddings were traditionally made. Mr. Collins makes it a bit interesting this year. November 24, 1811 Papa paced along his favorite track in the parlor, back and forth in front of the fireplace whilst the rest of the family assembled there before church. “Mrs. Bennet, we await your presence.” He stared at the doorway as though that might bring her in … Continue reading →