The Kings have travelled successfully around the room and arrived at the crib. Decorations are once more packed up and stored in the attic. Most people are back at work, the school run
re-established and the weekly shopping list is growing sensibly on the notice board. Even the queue at the tip is down to just a few people with bits and pieces from the garden.
What did your Christmas look like?
Like this?
Or this?
Have you recovered?
We plan for this winter festival with childish enthusiasm, encourage everyone we meet to join us for food and crackers like a desperate parent and then, joints creaking, we stagger from fridge to larder, foraging for food because we are too tired to contemplate cooking anything ever again.
Ah, then the sales start, our energy surges and bank balances shrink.
Well, at least we have bargain cards and wrapping paper for next Christmas (providing it doesn't get lost in the mean time).
The days are getting colder, but also longer. Summer will come. But for now, where is my comfortable rut, my safe and natural place in life?
Hurray for January 7th.
