It doesn’t snow on December 25th. No crisp white blanket under cool winter sun. Just mud, clouds and a robin soaked with drizzle.
And you could complain, also, about the raised expectations, forced jollity and religion co-opted by commercialism.
But don’t.
Because though it may be dressed up with wise men, Dickens and the Coca-Cola Lorry advert, the things that really matter on this darkest of nights are the same things that have always mattered.
A cup of mulled wine, a warm nest, and someone to share it with.
If you have those, you’ve every reason to smile.
Happy Christmas.
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