“I wish it could be Christmas every day” – Bah humbug!
When you’re at any December/Christmas event – cheesy songs
blast out dictating you must comply and be happy.
It’s always been a difficult time of year. I can never remember believing in Father
Christmas – perhaps I’ve always been sceptical.
A traumatic event in early childhood has remained with me – until I left
home at 17 I was always ill over Christmas.
Then I spent many Christmas days on my own, which were fine or helping
out somewhere (which were great).
The story, as written, is wonderful and if for just one day
there is peace in the world – it is worthwhile.
But it won’t be so - my pessimistic outlook on the real world without
adverts. There are too many suffering,
too many that go without and for too many that it is not a cause of celebration
but a time that emphasis how hard it is to breathe.
I find Christmas is the time I make resolutions for the year
ahead whilst contemplating the previous 12 months, perhaps because it’s the
turning point in the calendar.
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