Joycee made a sculpture (for she is an artist) for my birthday, 43 on the 23rd, nothing worth announcing at the time. It’s not quite finished apparently but I love it just the same, it’s me and Holly on an adventure.
Now it’s Christmas and it’s something of a relief; family, food, Holly’s craziness and a break from everything else. I know lots of folk feel Christmas is a rollercoaster of stress racing towards the credit card statement of the apocalypse, but this year a deliberate step sideways out of the queue for rollercoaster tickets sees Christmas as an oasis of sorts, not a free one, but a reasonable one where you can enjoy the palm trees without thinking of the cost every time you bite a coconut.
Okay, I’m even losing myself in a darkened allegorical alley with this one.
Whatever, times is hard and we need each other more than stuff, I hope Christmas is an escape, a rest and a joy for all of us. Merry Christmas people.