A Mutant Christmas
Near the end and out of the year. On a wimper. This year has come to a desperate end. No work and nothing on the winter horizon. Like many in this banana republic Christmas is now a time of mixed emotions. It’s expensive, stressful, there’s little work…
I for one am trying to block all thoughts of that harsh reality out of my mind and enjoy the last dying moments of the year. I love Christmas; the family gatherings, reading all day, cold walks, wine, old films, sporting occasions in the pub and above all the excitement of having a small daughter revelling in mountains of presents and paper and attention and play. I can wait, we can wait until the cold, harsh month of January before the truth of living in a country that is on its knees comes into focus.
It didn’t have to end like this and it doesn’t have to continue like this. I have been here before and will be here again. What is important is that my family have a home, food, warmth and some small measure of comfort. I’ll do whatever it takes – as many in this country will – and through that will overcome all obstacles. I am lucky. I have people around me who love me. There are many who don’t. That have no support, no hope. Nothing – at – all. So rather than wallow in self – pity and spend this festive time complaining about those whose greed and incompetence has brought us to this precipice we must hold on to the little we have and learn to appreciate it more. Insulate ourselves with love and above all spare a thought for those who have nothing. Those who are homeless, in shelters, are cold, separated from their loved ones, have no family, food, hope.
So on that note have a great festive weekend, be sure to enjoy the little things and thanks for supporting, reading and contributing to our blog this year
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well said. i’m glad i found your blog. love x