Firstly a quick apology for not posting for the last 3 weeks. It’s a been a hectic lead up to Christmas and I’ve been busy renovating our hallway – new ceiling, repairs, plaster and painting plus the hanging of a number of my black and white photos to turn the hallway into a photo gallery. So now Christmas is finally just a few hours away Id like to take the opportunity to wish you all a very merry Christmas and a happy, healthy and prosperous new year…….and please buy someone a book from a real bricks and mortar book store.
What does Christmas mean to me? It’s a good question. I’m not particularly religious, nor do I believe in Santa (shock horror!). I don’t even follow the Pagan festivals….so why do I bother to celebrate Christmas? Here’s a little poem to help me get my thinking straight about what Christmas is all about…for me.
What does Christmas mean to me?
Not just Ho Ho Ho and gaiety.
It’s not about the fat man dressed in red,
With 8 reindeer pulling his sled.
Or presents piled beneath a tree,
Even if there’s something nice for me.
It’s not about turkey, or Christmas ham,
Sage stuffing, or a leg of lamb.
It’s not about the wine and beer,
Eggnog or the coming new year.
It’s not even about Jesus, well not for me
The birth of Christianity.
The winter solstice, not even that
With green willow, all around my hat.
It’s not Bing Crosby singing low,
Not balloons, streamers or mistletoe.
It’s not snowmen in the front yards,
Or getting heaps of Christmas cards.
It’s not Carollers going door to door,
Or prayers for peace instead of war.
It’s not about sledding in the park
Nor candles burning after dark
Not Love Actually on TV
Or the Sound of Music – no not for me
What Christmas really means to me
Is spending time with family
And so I’d like to play my part
And bless you all with all my heart
Spend Christmas with those you hold dear
And I wish you all a brave new year.