Christmas to my mind is about enjoying the company of people in your life & celebrating the lives of those no longer with us…
Many years ago. There used to be “ghost stories” shown on TV Christmas Eve? (Not so much a “horror.”)
Probably still tangle with mid winter pagan feasting & remission of sunnier days? (Get the hog roasted…)
Then a Bond movie come Boxing Day..
I was diagnosed in 1976. “When a child is born” was charting in the UK end of that year??
Though, released the previous year??
To quote “Gerald” the talking gorilla (Not the nine o’clock news, sketch. Can’t post it here. Know the sketch word for word..) on the Jonny Mathis album, “the production was amazing..” lol, I would “shut up & have a banana..”
Not exactly “Chrimbo” conversation but it’s all about a meat fest, time off work & mixing with the remainder of my family, these days. My in laws when they were still with us, we’re lovely & accepting of my “strange ways” not having a pud.
Maybe I could “bolus for it?” But my now deceased FIL had a hearing impairment. He liked me because I have a loud voice (I play it down for everyone else.) he also liked the dog.. “it was a rabbiting hound.” Lol, I saw no evidence. It did like to chase squirrels.
Christmas for me is a long way off.. But I will raise a glass to fallen respected comrade
@Goonergal . As well as my T2 dad & wonderful in-laws.
True Christmas story. I discovered from a very early pre T1 age Santa was fictional. (In my questioning on life, I always suspected.)
But, one year my younger sister & I raced down Christmas morning exited expecting Santa to have “been.”
Our mum had “crashed out” on the sofa, TV still kind of “on.”:? Lol, my dad was sound asleep too after (probably knowing) him a shift the day before..
our mum woke startled & answered truthfully, (to paraphrase.) sorry, forgot your stuff…