Christmas? What’s that all about then?
As I’ve gotten older the focus of Christmas has shifted somewhat as i tend to focus on what was.
My son is now 20 years old so there is no longer the magic of watching a child’s face light up while he opens his presents, and as I’m single there is no tug of war over who’s parents house I’ll be eating dinner at on Xmas day. My parents are getting on in years so i begin to think how many more of my mother’s excellent Xmas dinners will I have the joy of sitting down to? A friend of mine reckons that’s a morbid thought but I don’t agree as i think it’s perfectly human to think that way.
My thoughts at this time of year start to wonder through the previous months. What was good? What was memorable? What was bad? That kind of stuff.
While there were many things that happened that were run of the mill good i can’t think of anything outstandingly good that happened on a personal level. I was pleased as punch about the concharge knock back though.
Memorable? There were only a few. The Olympics / Paralympics. Oil money buying my team. Aflecks Palace being saved. (c)Rap at Glastonbury, this was memorably bad. The public meeting i attended about the concharge and the lies the pro-lobby spouted about it in the media. Hami winning F1 on the final bend.
The bad. Only one worth mentioning. This database driven authoritarian government is still in power with a leader who hasn’t faced a general election as such. Still, nanny knows best and we must do what the great leader, Mr Bean, tells us to. After all he has saved the world, honestly he has, i saw him tell the commons he has, heh.
I’m also mindful of people who I don’t see anymore and the usual suspects down under spring to mind first. This is an ever growing list, perhaps I should also do the one way trip. Then there are the people who just aren’t with me on any plane and i was surprised just how shocked i was to hear of the death of Majel Barret. I’m also thinking of those brave boys and girls of this countries armed forces who never come back due to fighting a politicians war.
Not much to shout about in that lot is there? It’s not very well written either but sometimes I just prefer to rattle away on the KB and leave the output in it’s raw state.
Finally a note for the rotund chap sporting a white beard while wearing a red suit.
Dear Santa.
Please let my team have a decent centre-half who is consistent. Someone to regularly stick the ball in the big onion sack would also be nice. I know Dunne finds the net but unfortunately it’s his own and Jo? Well, cow’s arse and banjo spring to mind. Any chance of resurrecting Mr Mercer? As it’s the only chance we’ll ever have of winning something again.
Like i said at the beginning “As I’ve gotten older the focus of Christmas has shifted somewhat as i tend to focus on what was.”
PS. I still hate BT. Mr Bean and his cronies need to break it up but it won’t happen will it as Mr Bean wants BT’s best buddy to spy on us all.
