And So This Is Christmas

God, it seems, has his foot on the accelerator! Or, at the very least, he has deputised a Time Lord with a very keen desire to keep things moving ever onwards at an alarming rate. I mean, how in hell has it ended up being Christmas..... *already*???!!!

I don't know about you dear bloggers, but I've found the seconds have just whizzed by this year, quicker than I can keep up with. It hardly seems like we've got over the fruit cake induced, Christmas Pudding hangover's of 2009 and yet, here it is, Christmas *2010*! No wonder they talk about our mortal coil - it seems the older we all get, the tighter and faster time coils and loops out of our very lives.

Bah! At least the Christmas shopping has been done. The credit card has been punished, duly, for yet another festive season. Our fake tree has been adorned with all manner of tinsel. And the obligatory catch up with in laws has all but been arranged.

If you are like us, you really look forward to the joy of Christmas, but simultaneously get drained by the commercialisation and insanity of it all. I'm sure there must be an easier way, but the hype and expectation always seems to intrude on reality.

I guess one very worthwhile thing will make this Christmas different for us. If you've got kids, at least the occasion gets back some of its old shine, some of the real meaning of why we celebrate Christmas. We've now got our new baby joining us for her first Christmas ever and together with her big brother, we can really celebrate the joy of new life and new hope.

Whatever your plans, I do hope that this silly season provides you with some peace, happiness and a way to reflect on the more meaningful things in life. While the clock hands seem to just spin around the dial with complete abandon, finding just one brief moment to appreciate whatever it is that has been good in your life must surely be the most precious thing that you could receive. Being grateful for what we have, not what we have lost is probably one of the best therapies around at this time of year.

Anyway dear bloggers, I think I hear the reindeer bells approaching on the southerly breeze. Be good, make sure you leave out some carrots for Rudolph... and a glass of whiskey for the old fat boy in the big red suit =)

See you next year!
Hodgie