Just Not Yet

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Yes the Christmas chatter has begun:

"Do you have your tree up?" 

"Are you sending Christmas cards this year?"

"Have you bought and wrapped your presents?"

On my part the answer to all of those has been a definitive No! Those who can smugly answer Yes, appear concerned that December 25th is but a mere seventeen days and so many hours away. For me that really is an age, just imagine all the exciting things I have planned for the interim (like planting bulbs, for instance).

Despite ticking off a couple of Christmas lunches already, I do subscribe to the idea that the Christmas season can be extended far too long if you let it and what's wrong with a bit of spontaneity when it really does arrive?

Now that attitude is totally contrary to how I thought my approach to the festive season in retirement might be. There again, why change the habits of a lifetime? 

This will be our first Christmas at home since 2022, so of course I am looking forward to it and with the family intending to descend on us there is inevitably a need for preparation and planning, it's just I have over two weeks for that. Presently it's time simply to absorb the mood music; the lights, the markets, the celebratory gatherings with friends. They are a rallying call for action and I shall be ready, just not two weeks in advance!

 

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