I try to like it, but I just can't.
I had so many years of having it rammed down my throat by people expecting me to be festive because it was Christmas that I'm just sick of it. I can
decided for myself when to be happy, ta very much
I exchange cards and presents with some people because it's expected, but I try and get everything sent off before the middle of December, then it's
out of the way.
I don't begrudge other people enjoying it and I don't mind wishing people seasons greetings. I like to see people happy.
BUT so much anticipation can only result in disappointment. Can anyone looking back at past Christmases honestly say they ever enjoyed one as much as
they hoped to?
I wouldn't celebrate it for religious reasons and, much as I try to be charmed by Santa and the elves and reindeers - blah. Not for me. Too much,
just too much of everything.
I do think, though, that the Winter season deserves to be celebrated. In the country, it's a beautiful time of year. The clean air, the smells, the
dusting of frost over the landscape. The sheer quietness when it's snowed. Walking my dog in the current cold spell has been delightful.
Wrapped up warm, chucking a stick for a daft, energetic little mutt and taking the time to look up at the wintry sky, trees and fields makes me really
appreciate being alive. And I don't feel like that very often.
It's even possible to look directly at a silvery Sun, peeping through the clouds.
The one thing I've always loved is a Christmas Tree and some years I put one up. It's artificial because I don't like to see healthy trees cut down
for decoration and, to me, it seems like a good way to celebrate the season.
But the best way is to get out into the countryside and just enjoy it for what it is. No need really to bring anything into the house. Just get out
and open your eyes and ears and have a good old sniff - not too near the sheep though