Hello! It's Christmas Eve, and our household is vibrating with activity and anticipation. Jon's Mum and Dad are visiting us this year, and Jon is doing Christmas dinner for them and me and my Mum and Dad and my sister and Jon's parents' cockapoodle.
I thought I would take this point to wish you a very happy Christmastime - I'm guessing that even if you don't celebrate it, it involves you in some form, and I hope that means happiness in some shape or form. I hope you're safe and well with no water getting in. If you're like me, this is one of those times of year when time runs backwards till you see stars (and kings, and babies, and grandparents, and places you used to live, and hopes you used to have).
Only this year, I'm wondering whether I shouldn't also be looking another way. I've been worrying and wondering about what's coming up in the New Year. I've been reading The Secret Garden, A Christmas Carol and Great Expectations, which will all come in handy in January. I've been feeling squished and pressed and anxious lately, but last year a friend said, 'Why not imagine the best thing ever, instead?' and I'm trying to take that advice...
One of the best things you can do at Christmas is to look neither back or forwards; just see what you have, here and now, and be thankful. Thank you for reading this blog this year: merry Christmas to you, and to C.F. Tunnicliffe and E.L. Grant Watson, for reminding us what to look for.