Christmas means family, and neighbours, and angels. In fact, our dearest neighbours just gave us a lovely raffia angel to stand outside the front door. When Pinky also handed over a jigsaw, I remembered telling her in the summer that Christmas just wouldn't be Christmas without these puzzles.
We have others -- a Renoir repro and a painting of a vintage CPR train. Actually, not too much older than me, actually. It looks awfully like the train we rode on when I was eight years old and we moved to BC from Alberta.
This year's puzzle piece de resistance is the Alfred Hitchcock Mystery Jigsaw our daughter brought home. You (re)read the story, using the clues to help with assembly.
Having just seen the wonderful movie, Hitchcock, with Anthony Hopkins and Helen Mirren, we are ready for that one. I have the coffee table cleared and ready. The season opens tomorrow, Boxing Day.
We've had some fine jigsaws in the past -- a 3-D building one, the Rosetta Stone, and even a wolf-shaped puzzle painted in with a winter scene of wolves in the forest.
One more sleep. Then, let the puzzling begin!
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