So I’ve been updating my face book status with ridiculously cynical and bitter comments. I realise I’ve turned into Scrooge. I’m lying on my bed, alone in a hostel room opening presents vicariously through other people around the world. I’m pleased to see a humourous T-shirt. Someone else had been given tickets to New York. A further has a remote control speed boat. I’m currently online to a friend in the states who is telling me what she’s received as she unwraps each gift. I’ve not opened a present for two years, so this goes someway to sharing the joy of Christmas. Now don’t get me wrong dear readers, this isn’t a whine for sympathy. I’ve just decided to set the record straight and wax lyrical about this time of year. Perhaps I am not short of redemption and I can save my soul.
I always felt that Christmas Eve is the best night in the calendar. Apart from Halloween, my birthday and the opening fixtures in the Barclay’s Premier League. You can feel something special in the air. It really is magical. I have a tradition every 24th December, in that I walk the streets of wheresoever I am singing The Pogues’ Fairy Tale In New York. It makes me feel alive, loved, romantic, lost, lonely, hopeful, emotional and happy. The list is not exhaustive. Wandering foggy Vienna last night alone, but not alone, was pretty special. You are all in my thoughts, and my parents were with me.
So the fun begins in earnest today and the wait is over. Personally I prefer giving to receiving. Take that how you will. Buying the perfect gift months in advance and the anxious, excruciating wait to that point the recipient opens it, with the most wonderful expression on their face…well…life doesn’t get much better than that.
Enjoy the Turkey dinner. Enjoy the burnt carrots. Enjoy raiding the booze cabinet for the last of the sherry, and enjoy the afternoon sleep. Most of all enjoy each others company, and I wish everyone who is still reading my ravings a very merry Christmas, and all the best for the New Year. As far as they go, 2012 wasn’t a bad one was it? Let’s see what’s around the corner.
Merry Christmas
So I’ve been updating my face book status with ridiculously cynical and bitter comments. I realise I’ve turned into Scrooge. I’m lying on my bed, alone in a hostel room opening presents vicariously through other people around the world. I’m pleased to see a humourous T-shirt. Someone else had been given tickets to New York. A further has a remote control speed boat. I’m currently online to a friend in the states who is telling me what she’s received as she unwraps each gift. I’ve not opened a present for two years, so this goes someway to sharing the joy of Christmas. Now don’t get me wrong dear readers, this isn’t a whine for sympathy. I’ve just decided to set the record straight and wax lyrical about this time of year. Perhaps I am not short of redemption and I can save my soul.
I always felt that Christmas Eve is the best night in the calendar. Apart from Halloween, my birthday and the opening fixtures in the Barclay’s Premier League. You can feel something special in the air. It really is magical. I have a tradition every 24th December, in that I walk the streets of wheresoever I am singing The Pogues’ Fairy Tale In New York. It makes me feel alive, loved, romantic, lost, lonely, hopeful, emotional and happy. The list is not exhaustive. Wandering foggy Vienna last night alone, but not alone, was pretty special. You are all in my thoughts, and my parents were with me.
So the fun begins in earnest today and the wait is over. Personally I prefer giving to receiving. Take that how you will. Buying the perfect gift months in advance and the anxious, excruciating wait to that point the recipient opens it, with the most wonderful expression on their face…well…life doesn’t get much better than that.
Enjoy the Turkey dinner. Enjoy the burnt carrots. Enjoy raiding the booze cabinet for the last of the sherry, and enjoy the afternoon sleep. Most of all enjoy each others company, and I wish everyone who is still reading my ravings a very merry Christmas, and all the best for the New Year. As far as they go, 2012 wasn’t a bad one was it? Let’s see what’s around the corner.