by Andy Smith
Oh, not again,
must I really do this again? Every year the same,
the days get shorter, the dark hangs on for
longer and dear me it gets cold. Hibernate,
thats what we should be doing. Instead? Out
into the cold, get into the festive spirit
Last year I
said it was exactly that, the last. Im just
getting too old for this lark. Its for the
kids, everyone says.
Well, yes, I
faces lighting up as they wake upon the most
magical day of the year...
Yes, I know.
Not always satisfied though are they? After all
the work and effort? Do they truly realise just
how hard it is to get this organised?
No, of course
huff and Ill groan, but I know that
theres no getting out of it. Christmas is
coming and if I dont want to get into big
trouble I really ought to make a start.
So I get out
the list of this years hoped fors,
gawk at the size it, huff a bit more, then buckle
down. After all, there really is no getting out
of it. Id never live it down. Imagine the
tears on their faces, Mum, Dad, Santa
didnt visit me!
What could be
said? Sorry, my love, maybe it was
just too much trouble for Santa this year.
Perhaps hell come next Christmas instead.
cant see that working.
my specs on then, have another look at that list.
Im sure I could whittle it down a bit,
after all some of its just a passing fancy.
They wont miss that, or even that, probably
even forgot they wrote it down.
starting to seem a bit more manageable.
because once I get started, I just get caught up
in it again. The joy I felt when I was younger
blossoms once more, the excitement of the eve of
Christmas morning. How can I deny that wonder
from the kids?
here we go then. Step out into the cold, gaze up
at the dancing aurora of the night sky.
Prancer! I cry,
Rudolf! Giddy up! Ho ho ho!