Christmas

Bah humbug!

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Dear Red Cabbage Heads,

Well, I was going to write about my Christmas past and it was seeming rather difficult. I have issues with Christmas and I need to work through that.

So eventually I deleted the many drafts I’d written and then decided to look at Christmas trees through the years. And that was just plain boring and so I deleted it.

And then I tried Christmas traditions and that went down like a lead balloon in my mind.

So as ‘Do They Know it’s Christmas Time’ plays on the radio, I find making myself write about Christmas is having the wrong effect and I’m pushing against it more and more. So this… This is my attitude to Xmas this year. Summed up very succinctly by my father below circa 1980.

So, that’s all folks, til next time….

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