How children used to love 'Twas the Night before Christmas' when I first went into teaching. I would guess it has all got too sophisticated these days and certainly the days of stockings in front of the fire is long over - so few houses have fireplaces any more. But perhaps I romanticise it all too much. In my childhood we had far fewer presents - wartime, less money, no tradition of huge piles of presents, and our meals were the good old fashioned fare (we usually had goose but this was because my mother dressed poultry for the village butcher and part of her 'wages' was a choice of bird.) She loved goose and she loved the fat (goose grease) the cooking of it produced. Not a lot of meat on a goose but we were a small family and a good joint of beef was also part of her wages so no shortage there then.
I shall spend the day alone this year as will many of my friends. The rapid spread of this new variant means it makes sense to do so. I have books on my present list, presents to open, a list of programmes I want to see, a pre-cooked lunch coming tomorrow with all trimmings included, a couple of days of complete relaxation will do me no harm at all. (Bruises and aches are going by the way)
Carols from Kings will start the proceedings tomorrow at 3pm although that will be different with social distancing this year. I don't think I shall post for a couple of days - unless I get lonely and feel the need for a chat - so
HAPPY CHRISTMAS AND LOVE TO YOU ALL DEAR FRIENDS AS WE GET TO THE END OF A HORRENDOUS YEAR AND ENTER WHAT I SINCERELY HOPE WILL BE A BETTER ONE.