Okay today is going to be different , I am not writing a poem this is me blogging in prose!
Today was a total mare! I was awake half the night. Backache ably assisted by an over active brain! Christmas, the family how can I get them through the season of good will without there being a massive row! Season of good will , well that is a joke . I struggled through the day shopping cooking and all afternoon I had a steady stream of visitors very nice but hardly conducive to completing the day’s tasks! I got jostled in the streets, shoved out of the way and one point a man and woman completely blocked my way for at least 2mins while I just stood there waiting for them to allow me to pass. When they finally moved I said thank you loudly ( I know I should not of done that but I was annoyed and ready to give them a piece of my mind ) but they just ignored me . I did actually wonder if I was invisible!
I remember when Christmas was special, when my mum used to go shopping Christmas eve and come home with everything needed, not only that the shops were closed for at least three days and even more if Christmas fell on a weekend.
When I was really young I used to go to bed at 8pm ( and believe me that was late for me then) and the house was busy but normal. I would wake up at 7ish am and by magic the fairies had been, the house was decorated, there was a Christmas tree all decorated with presents under it! At the end of my bed there could be a pillowcase full of exciting little things.
What ever time I got up mum was always up before me and she was in the kitchen cooking. We always ate at 3pm and after dinner we opened all our presents together. I have no idea where the money came from because there were six of us and only my dad worked , mum stayed at home and was mum!
We went to church Christmas morning and it was again special. Carols and the crib with the baby Jesus in the manger. It was not about spend spend spend. It did not start at the end of September , it was not all about getting expensive presents it was about all being together , being happy …………… I am sure there was as much homelessness, child abuse, spouse abuse I am sure there was. I was lucky as a child not to have to know about any of that.
We were not rich but we were happy………… Is that just my memory playing tricks , was it like that ,it is not like that now. I must go to bed now I have another day to face tomorrow.
willowdot21 
