|My small decorated room in the country house|
The following pics are from different years, the latest ones are from 2010. Most of the kids are teens now, little boys are even taller than me and girls have mad makeup skills even I often envy. :D
|Can you spot my house? ;)|
|Seeds have been grinded here - mum proves.|
Same with female chicken - these should only be called "molodychky" that means "married young women" in Ukrainian. If you use the real name, birds of prey will be stealing baby chickens in the following year.
Grinding the seeds is a typically guys' work since it requires physical strength - nevertheless, my aunt succeeded in it in 2010:
|Stylish aunt ready for holidays: matching traditional Ukrainian embroidery with jeans. That's always a win. =)|
|Guys having fun: Grandpa, cousin Illya and Dad ^__^|
|Daddy pulling a Christmas tree for our home. But we put it outside - the house is literally tiny.|
|My neighbors with their awesome Christmas tree|
|My nephew Roma guarding varenyky - another traditional Ukrainian dish. Now this toddler is a successful schoolboy, mommy's helper and a laptop user. :))|
|Uncle and cousin we used to call "little Ivan"|
|"Little Ivan" is now a handsome young man - I even have to look up when talking to him. Inclusind when I'm wearing the gothiest platforms.|
Older ones are usually not willing to take younger kids with them - but of course it's the event of the year for the latter to be let go with the older ones.
|2006, our nearest neighbors are here! Dima and his younger sister Natalka.|
Grown-ups start visiting friends and relatives a bit later. They also sing carols near the window where there's a candle to mark the room where everyone's hanging out.
|Aunts and uncle are here|
|Cousins and another uncle. More and more people are gathering in our home. The kids' party is in my room, the grown-ups are in mum's and dad's part of the house.|
|Uncle and me in 2006. I used to be a blonde sometimes-goth loved girlfriend back then... T_T|
Day 2 is when the grown-ups gather and go carol-singing. They're also rewarded, but for a different purpose: the money goes to the local church.
There's an order of being the main one in this group. It's defined easily: by the order of houses in the village. One year it was our turn, but since we don't live there and simply don't have space to accept over 30 people in our house, we only heard a special carol over the telephone. That year we also couldn't go because of work. :(
Hosting the carol-singing adults is great responsibility that requires a lot of cooking, house-cleaning, decorating and table serving. After the long carol with lots of nice wishes is sang in the household, the guests are invited to the house for a holiday dinner.
A special carol with different wishes is performed already at the table if the family has a son or daughter who is not married. In 2010 both cousin Illya and I were there, so our neighbors sang two carols - for each of us. As it's being performed, the honored son or daughter is being thrown to the ceiling. These are not very high in our home, so I feared turning into a fly that has been smashed on a wall. :D
After singing and physical exercise is over, the one it's been dedicated to drinks some wine from the bell. Forgot to mention that this bell is kept in the church and is held by the main person in the "carols team" for Christmas. I found a video where the carol's just been sung to me and I got a full bell of wine to drink:
It's easy to get drunk during these celebrations - imagine going from one house to another, singing carols and having dinner at each - of course drinks are served everywhere. These people visit about... I think more than 20 houses each time. As many as there are in the street. Some people are a disaster by the end. I feel sorry for them in the morning. LOL
Kids are not bored on day 2. They go on visiting neighbors and relatives singing a different type of carols while being dressed up. This part belongs entirely to boys.
|Neighbor Dima showing off his traditional attire for this tradition. he was the 1st one to come to my house on day 2 in 2006.|
|Cousin Andriy with his friends came over from another part of the village|
|2006, little nephew Roma thinks: "One day I'll be old enough to be like them..." ;)|
This little boy stopped absolutely ANY business he was doing when there was a political ad of one of the candidates on TV. He ran to the screen and stood there being enchanted either by the voice or something else. While the grown-ups were dying of laughter, and the gothiest one even dropped a cup of hot coffee on her jeans. ^__^