Christmas

Christmas is coming, the goose is getting fat….

What does that mean? What does Christmas mean? To me as a boy growing up as an only child of fairly comfortable parents I will admit that Christmas meant presents, and that’s about it. I wasn’t spoiled in the “brat” kind of way, but I was very lucky in that my parents (Sorry, Santa, obviously…) showered me with toys on Christmas morning.

Luckily, as I grew up that very much changed. Christmas to me is now and has been for a while all about relaxing and spending time with loved ones. I don’t care if it’s in a mansion ar a shed. I don’t care if we have goose, turkey or cabbage soup. As long as I am with the people that matter most to me and I can see their eyes light up then that’s all that Christmas has to give me this year or any year.

I am also reminded that there are a lot of people for whom even this little present isn’t available so please give a thought for them as you tuck into whatever you have for next Wednesday’s main meal.