I have to confess, Christmas has crept up on me this year. I’ve just woken up to the fact that it’ll be Christmas in two months and I haven’t made any preparations at all! Quick! Quick! The thought of it coming so near without me noticing, is odd. But it brings the same old excitement, the same old sense that no matter what, all is well.
My children are planning a Christmas meal here, which they are going to cook and that makes it feel possible and pleasurable and all the other things that you expect at Christmas. There are days when I simply can’t believe how lucky I am to have such a family. In the next few weeks, I shall be going Christmas shopping and the lights will be up and everything will be normal and although there are still days where I feel that such blessed normality isn’t actually possible, I’m actually living in the middle of it.
Singing carols in my head as I move from room to room and wonder of wonders teaching my first great-grandchild how to play his first Christmas carol on my long, suffering and dependable piano, which has taught grandchildren and is now beginning on great-grandchildren. I didn’t foresee all that when I was learning the piano myself all those many, many years ago, for like my little Harry, I was seven when I started to play.
Now having woken up to the fact that Christmas is coming, I can’t wait for it! There are days that I shed the eighty years and I’m seven all over again.
Praise be for families, for fun and laughter and good food!
Happy Christmas everyone!