It’s that time of year again. Well actually it’s my birthday today but at this time I am thinking about Christmas presents. Last night I just couldn’t get to sleep, not because I wasn’t tired, in fact I was very tired. I suppose my brain was simply overactive. The last time I looked at the clock it was 5.30am! So that meant I got up very late. My youngest son had stopped over and was sitting downstairs to welcome my late arrival. My ex. had gone out. An hour or so later my daughter-in-law dropped by with a present for me and the three of us talked about what we’d like for a Christmas present. It appears my two sons would each like a games machine, the eldest (27) would like an XBox 360 whilst my youngest (24+) would like a PS3. You’d think they’d have outgrown all that stuff but I guess boys never grow up eh? Don’t tell them (LOL) but I went out this afternoon and bought what they’d wished for. I must be mad at almost £500. Well they are my sons! Now I have to think what to buy my daughter-in-law and of course my ex. too. After them there are a couple of friends. Personally I don’t do Christmas these days, the meal, the family get togethers and all that because I have to spend most of the day alone. Presents will be exchanged in the morning and then everyone goes out to grandmas and friends for dinner. I have (quite literally) beans on toast! What’s the point in all that extravagance for one anyhow? I love the time of year, the run up to Christmas day but the day itself holds nothing special in the material sense except I love giving presents and seeing the joy it brings to others. Spiritually speaking Christmas means the birth of my Saviour Jesus although that didn’t happen on 25th December but we have to celebrate it sometime! That to me is the greatest Christmas present anyone could wish for.
Updated 3 January 2011: Now that somebody has read this older post I have the opportunity to correct or bring up to date my feelings regarding Christmas. Newer posts (9th Sep 2010) will explain my changed feelings about Christmas.
Shirley Anne
