The week moves slowly and inexorably towards Christmas. I've made surprising inroads into my preparations for the holiday itself. All the Christmas cards are written - with a few 'emergency' cards available should anything unexpected arrive and need a response in kind - gifts wrapped and delivered and a few Australian Christmas decorations are hanging from my sculpture of Pandora's Box which serves as a useful substitute Christmas tree, without the mess of fallen pine needles to clear up in January.
I noted a week or so ago that this is the first Christmas since my mother's death in 2004 that I have made any preparations at all, for various reasons. Last year, I was firstly, too tired, and secondly, once I'd had my diagnosis, all thoughts of a happy holiday season were lost to me. In contrast, this year, although I'll be muttering, "Bah! Humbug!" into the midnight air, I will cook sprouts and chestnuts and watch old movies on TV while putting my feet up. I fully intend to have a completely quiet Christmas Day. After all the drama of 2007, I am really looking forward to a day completely to myself!
And for the rest of the holiday, I'm going to enjoy days I didn't think I'd see.
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