Christmas

Christmas is indeed the most wonderful time of the year. While I will never forget the real meaning of Christmas, the birth of Jesus, there is something special felt in the air. It’s a time of expectation , of surprise, an unexplained feeling of wonder and joy. Without a doubt it is my most favourite time of year. A time when I remember all my Christmas days from the past. Some were amazing, some were unhappy and some in the dark days of the Second World War. Some are memories of my childhood and some are memories of my own children. I’m sure many will agree, there seems to be something magical about this time of year. The Christmas music and carols ringing out in the malls and stores, the twinkling of lights and colourful decorations. They all add a special feeling of celebration and joy. The warm glow of the church services counting down the Advent candles to birth of Jesus. Of course I understand the season has sadly become so commercialized, yet I chose to remember the older days of Christmas. In the following days I will post some of my Christmas memories leading up to the 25th.
I wish everyone the very best wishes for Christmas, and remind each of us, that many people will have little joy to celebrate. Please think of those less fortunate and offer a helping hand.
God Bless and keep reading.