“Xmas all grown ups sa is the season for the kiddies but this do not prevent them from taking a tot or 2 from the bot and having, it may seme, a better time than us.”*
Let us pause mid-week and take a deep breath.
Yes, it is less than ten days until Christmas, but all will be well.
All will be wonderful.
Maybe not perfect…but perfection, I think, is highly overrated.
Make yourself a cup of tea (or coffee) and take a few minutes to sit by the window and think.
Think about those Christmases of long ago.
“Years and years ago, when I was a boy, when there were wolves in Wales, and birds the color of red-flannel petticoats whisked past the harp-shaped hills, when we sang and wallowed all night and day in caves that smelt like Sunday afternoons in damp front farmhouse parlors, and we chased, with the jawbones of deacons, the English and the bears, before the motor car, before the wheel, before the duchess-faced horse, when we rode the daft and happy hills bareback, it snowed and it snowed. But here a small boy says: “It snowed last year, too. I made a snowman and my brother knocked it down and I knocked my brother down and then we had tea.”**
Feel better now? This is how my brain works.
Have a great Wednesday. Daughter #2 is flying in from the east coast today. Tra la, tra la.
*From How to Be Topp by Geoffrey Willans
**From A Child’s Christmas in Wales by Dylan Thomas