I've never been a big Christmas fan. It was OK when very small but I grew out of it. It was a time of tension, of excess of lots of work, of effort to have fun.
Then I had my own family and to be fair, much of it was the same, lots to do rather than enjoy the moments properly. Loads of people crammed into a room for dinner, too much crap on the tables, lots of stuff to do.... too much expectation - stress for me at least - I was always knackered as I abruptly stopped my travelling/working life.
Now sadly, me and Mrs FF are parting ways and I shall not be with her rather lovely and large family for another Christmas. I have spent it with Mrs FF and them since about 1983, from Students to parents of 20 somethings, loads of lovely cousins, nephews and in-laws.
When discussing arrangements recently I was reminded of moments when I had spoiled Christmas for everybody, or embarrassed them by falling asleep lying prone in front of the fire, or not participating one year in the obligatory board games.
So this year I will not be there. Yes, I am tinged with sadness that I will not be with my children on a day that clearly excites them, but I will not be there to spoil anybodies joy either.
This year, by very good fortune/happenstance and pretty much out-of-the-blue, I will be spending a simple warm and loving Christmas with 3 lone CC socks.
The food will be simple to prepare but beautiful to eat.
Calm, restful, spiritual, good will to all men. There will be walks, warm beer, good wine and bonhomie.
Peace on one corner of the earth.
Amen to that.