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Neither here nor there…

Old balls.

Last week I decorated our Christmas tree. Early this time.
(As most of the family will be off on the 27th we decided to get one early this year)
This activity brings along a strange mix of dread and cheer for me.
It is fun to see all the old family baubles,  decorations and strange artifacts again…
Toys from generations passed gleam out at you, including a piece of aluminium foil thrown down from WWII planes to upset the German radars during the occupation… an unmissable piece of paraphernalia…

Still Christmas also always makes me glum. For me the days of advent are the annual reminder of my birthday coming up on the 24th…
For most people bithdays are days to look forward to. A day where you will be the center of attention, eating cake, receiving presents and kind messages.
In a way Christmas is somewhat the same, be it slightly more forced on us through commerce and other mega media expectations.
Carols fill the radio, (let’s not mention Mariah and Wham! this year…) The thought of everyone being nice to their neighbours descends upon us all…

Happy birthday...

So you can imagine the slight bewilderment that usually greets me on the morning of the 24th.
After more than 30 years I should know what to expect: Nothing.

On the 24th everyone is completely consumed by last minute shopping and the preparations of one, two or three days of overeating, presents and family drama.
So eating a birthday cake on the morning before is usually not really a priority. (still Facebook usually helps people remember my birthday)

Anyway, good luck everyone with the final days before the hols, getting all your work done and presents bought.

Have a good one!


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