Merry Christmas, Happy holidays, Politically correct bollocks etc.
It’s Christmas Eve as I type, and I’ve just poured a wee glass of Spanish Red. It doesn’t make you a bad person. Nor I.
Well, what’s your plans for Christmas Day? My schedule is dinner in a local public house with my parents. Then home for a doze, or a walk if I can summon the energy, before Doctor Who on BBC1.
The thoughts of Christmas this year terrify me. I’m not in a great place. Mentally. And physically I’ve been better too. Although I’m getting that side of my health sorted. In September, I was put off my feet for 8 weeks and it friggin’ well sent me crazy. I didn’t bother blogging about it. I guess I figured nobody would want to know. Maybe I was right. Who knows? (That’s not a Time Lord pun).
I’m looking round this room here, trying to find something positive to channel a change in direction for this negative flow. Unfortunately, I cannot. But I do know that wherever you are, and whomever you are with, if you’re with someone you love and/or care deeply for, give them an extra tight hug today. It costs nothing, and you’ll maybe be glad you did.
Some of us walk tall. We walk proud. And wear an absolute mask for our feelings. I know I do. I laugh. I joke. I hide how I truly feel. So when someone throws an arm around me, and squeezes me tight I know they mean well. And it means a lot.
Merry Christmas, folks. Let’s make 2014 a good year.