CHRISTMAS DAY 2020

 


These days I don't get round to decorating my home for Christmas.  I got into the Christmas spirit today by using these minimalist and portable decorations.




My Christmas custom is to leave cards un-opened until Christmas Day.  Thus I could savour them.

When I was a parish minister I would get home from the Christmas Eve late service so pumped up that I wasn't ready for bed.  My calming technique was to open the cards to enjoy each one.

These days there are fewer cards. 

This is because:  I (we) get e-cards which are very nice; or we get e-mailed greetings (just a few with the traditional family Christmas letter.  As we age many of our dear friends have died.  I try to think of them as I open the cards from the living.

My Christmas lunch was as a guest of friends at their Club (which shall be nameless).  My table company was great but the food was (let us say) alright in parts.  But the potatoes were under-cooked, and the beef was over-cooked.  On the other hand there were Oysters on the half-shell.  A rare treat.


An anthem for Septuanarians (sp?)  "Oh For The Olden Days!"

Back in my parish ministry days I was most often invited to spend Christmas day with a parish family.  So  good!  A meal at the family table, a post dinner snooze on a couch, a walk in the crisp air, and then all manner of games.

My rule was to accept the first invitation I received so I could not be accused of having favourites in the Parish.

I broke this rule one year. I said "A, my rule is to accept the first invitation I get for Christmas Day".  She responded  "you are invited!"




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