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.
post script: I see from my Silly Season link that those of you in the Northern Hemisphere may not know what I am talking about, as it means something different to you. But in Australia, New Zealand and South Africa, the Silly Season refers to the Christmas / New Year period. Why? Have you ever tried to celebrate a traditional Christmas in searing temperatures?
Even Little Monkey, (bred on the streets of Cape Town, by natural selection, to withstand the harsh southern summers), succumbs to the enervating heatwave.
Am I dreaming of a White Christmas?
post script: What’s the white thing behind her head? It’s an empty plastic milk bottle that had treats in. Her “toy” then provides lots of fun in trying to get the treats out of the bottle. What used to take her 40 minutes now takes less than 5, but the bottle then stays by her for many days, to be chewed at will.
An Advent calendar helps kids count down the days to Christmas, and all those anticipated presents!
We had an old sparkly one, brought out each year of my childhood, and took turns opening the little window to find the picture hidden behind. In later years they came with chocolate behind the windows, but much as I love chocolate, I didn’t care for these calendars.
My sister was delighted when she found the above Advent calendar Christmas card and couldn’t wait to send it to me. I am still enjoying opening the little windows (sharing turns with my daughter) and seeing the tiny pictures.
Tiny Christmas Tree
And here, by special request (Ady), is a photo of my tiny artificial Christmas tree.