And a parrot on a pool fence…
Everybody else seems to be doing Christmas posts so I suppose I should, too. This year, it’ll be a party of three munching barbecued prawns around our swimming pool. As you might have guessed, I’m of the ‘bah humbug’ persuasion. No tree, no presents and no huge Christmas spread. It’s all become too commercialised for my taste and we don’t have young grandchildren who still believe in a sleigh drawn by six white boomers. The Christmas fare appears in the supermarkets before November is over and in December the decorations appear, along with the schmalzy Christmas carols, all accompanied by the happy ping of barcode readers.
If you believe that Jesus was born to save the world on December 25th, that’s up to you. Me, I’m thinking that the Christmas tradition is more and more returning to its origins. This wonderful post about the origins of the Christmas traditions puts it very well. Certainly in the Northern hemisphere it’s all about mid-winter and the return of the sun. Another of my writer friends has expressed these feelings here.
Christmas in these happier times when we don’t have to fear the winter is all about sharing with family and friends, sometimes the only time in the year you’re forced to do so. So that’s fine by me. I used to make Christmas cards to send to people, using my photographs and Photoshop. We felt it meant a little more than the bought cards. This year, we decided to send the cards as emails. The money we saved (and a bit more) we donated to the Salvation Army. Because even here in the ‘Lucky Country’ there are people doing without.
So to those of you who read my blog, here’s my Christmas card to you.
Oh, and if you’re looking for a last minute gift, you’ll find my books at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Smashwords, Omnilit and iTunes. Or have a look at my books page.