Just across the road from me there are a couple of houses with the front windows festooned with flashing lights. One lot are electric blue and the next door are red. They flash on and off, sometimes together and sometimes apart. They drive me crazy and I like to get the blinds drawn before they are switched on. Just up the road there is a motor home parked on a drive and on the side Mr and Mrs Claus do a complicated dance. Luckily I can't see it from my window. I understand that some people are putting extra lights out to thank the N H S this year - if so I agree wholeheartedly with the sentiment but I can't help wishing we could have chosen another way of doing it.
I much prefer the gentle light of candles - trouble is the fire risk I know. My contribution is small this year - I shall be alone - but I have had some lovely cards and once I have summoned up the energy to give a good polish I shall put them up and really enjoy them. There is a feeling attached to Christmas which is hard to explain and which I think has little to do with religion these days but a feeling of goodwill - a warm feeling which I know that being alone on Christmas Day will make me feel good.
Yes, it will be different but there are plenty of memories there to hold on to aren't there?
Yes, it will be different but we all have our thoughts don't we? I have ordered my Christmas lunch from my usual source and it is coming the day before. There is enough for two meals and it has all the usual trimmings and instructions to plate it up and freeze one half for another day. I shall do this, apart from the pig in a blanket - can't resist those so shall have them both on the big day.