We have put a Christmas tree outside this year and decorated
it with lights and Christmas baubles. Susan suggested it, something to do with
God seeing the tree. Susan also suggested that maybe I can see it when I go for
a wee pipe, as I am prone to do.
As you all know I am not a man of faith but Susan does enjoy
a small degree of belief in a higher being, so if you are up there please have
a good look, I am not sure if it is for you or me and I cannot miss it every
time I go out, so it is up to you now. We are planning on sitting outside
around the tree with the fire pit ablaze on Christmas Eve, maybe a sign to show
your appreciation? Just a thought and I know Susan would be pleased.
Actually, sitting around the tree with a fire going should
be fun and we can always go inside once we have taken the photo to prove it.
Nights can be quite cold in the later half of December.
I have escaped the joys of IT and now you find me at the
beach, enjoying a coffee and a view of a very deserted beach, dimming as the
night creeps. The sea has lost its sparkle and even the break of the waves are
tinged with gloom. A night only for fisherman and vagrants.
This ageing thing has its advantages, I find that I can go
to the beach and enjoy a coffee, walk on the sand and not feel guilty, guilty
about not working. Getting older has its surprises, I woke up the other morning
to find my stomach has bloomed into the fullness of my 65 years or was it the
tumble dryer shrinking me shirts.
Thinking about it, I suppose I go to the beach because so
many people I love enjoy the beach. You can tick them off in your mind and
suffice to say it gives me inspiration and moments of reflection.
Talking about the fullness of time, I can't help but think
of the children in the UK. They cannot sit on Santa's knee anymore, no one will
take the job for fear of being branded a paedophile. I think it is only in
Australia that children can tell Santa their special Christmas wish. This politically correct world we live in has
its drawbacks. Overzealous politicians have effectively killed the joy of
Christmas for young children.
On that sombre note I wish you all the best for Christmas,
may the joy envelope all of you and those you love.
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