Beyond Xmas Tress and Tinsel
The desire for quiet amongst the festive hubbub
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Hmmm, so it’s nearly December, it’s that time of year again, isn’t it? Where the neon lights are festooned in the local town, Christmas trees line the streets hoping to be selected and delivered to a cosy festive home and I don’t feel festive at all.
This feeling of being rushed into December and forced into Christmas wonder actually makes me feel a little icky. I’m quite enjoying November to be honest, especially on days like today with bright blue skies, sparkling sunshine and a temperature just about crawling over one degree. These are my favourite days ever. Autumn at its best and the frost doing its best in keeping the flu bugs at bay.
Somehow, this year feels different to all the others - the usual yuletide spirit is strangely alive everywhere but not yet in my soul. The thought of decking the…