I left home when I was 18, but still went home every Christmas.
I left England when I was 21. In the following years, before my parents both died, I was only “Home on Christmas Day” three times.
Though I made my own family Christmases here in South Africa, it is just not the same, celebrating Christmas in a very hot country, in the middle of summer.
Christmas will always feel a bit sad to me.
So here is Elvis to sing it like it is.
I’m taking a few days break now, so will see you next week.
Wishing those of you who celebrate it;
and those of you who do not;
And sparing a thought for those who are lonely or sad at this time of year and sending you a Sunbeam!