He sure has.
Its 7 am here. The lights are on all over the tree in a multitude of colours. Under the tree there is a pile of presents. Course, the boys present pile is the biggest. He probably gets more than is good , but three of them, big ones,are wrapped in white paper with red ribbon and have cards addressed to me. Oh bliss.
Its a smaller Christmas than usual here, the eldest son is overseas with his wife, so their presents are not under the tree. Still, The lights are strung all over the lounge. The tree is so laden with lights and ornaments that the leaves ( needles) are obscured from sight and I know that soon, within an hour, the music will be on and the unwrapping of gifts will begin. The three endless days of eating, drinking and socializing will begin. Its always that way at our house. My wife makes a big deal about Christmas and goes to much trouble. There is a very definite atmosphere about Christmas at our place. It is a time of pleasure in simple things, yes, and in gift recieving.
Perhaps I have been dragged, resistantly, into the practise of Christmas. Telling myself its a time of rank commercial exploitation. But when Christmas morning arrives, and the presents are piled under the tree. I always feel.. grateful. And I often think of the harsh years. The years of joylessness under the regime of WT terror.
I Hope everyone opens their present and theyve got what they dreamed of!!
