A question from a friend and then writing all this brings me to the realisation that I’m perfectly fine with Christmas. A harmless old tradition that brings people together around sparkly lights and a warm fire. It’s the shopping I can’t and won’t abide.
This morning my friend Barry threw a question out to the social media world that brought the ghosts of many Christmases past crowding into my thoughts:
“Asked to think of something I might want for Christmas to ease the shopping burden on family. I have about 20 unread books on my shelf and access to more music than I could listen to in one lifetime. What else could I ever need?”
I’ve thought about this a lot & in the end time is the gift I ask for & the gift I give myself. Time to listen, read & be with those I love.”
This instinctive statement being qualified shortly afterwards by this realisation that I do, very occasionally, give people actual presents: Continue reading