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 little sad to me.
So here is Elvis to sing it like it is.
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!
post script: In the spirit of re-using last year’s Christmas wrapping paper, I am re-cycling last year’s Christmas post; because you can’t say it any better than Elvis. This is the first post I have ever recycled. I think I shall do this every Christmas, and start a new tradition.