I’M sitting by a fire at Edmonds Towers, wearing two track suits and a woolly hat. I have a cold, the temperature has plummeted and it’s blowing a gale.
However, I am not down-hearted; quite the opposite! You see we have finished sending Christmas tidings to corners of the globe where we still have relatives or friends.
This seasonal chore always gives me a lift. It’s part of that spirit which makes an otherwise bleak time of year so special.
Many now send a Yuletide email or round-up newsletter, but we make each card personal with a few snippets of interest.
‘Dear Peter’s had cancer, but the treatment’s been successful... Old Tom’s getting married yet again – must like wedding cake!’... and so on.
An attractive card with friendly sentiments is better than an expensive phone call. You can read it again; put it on display, and have a warm feeling when viewing it over the rim of a festive drink.
Our next chore is to send cards around Britain to those we hold dear, but rarely see.
That, of course, is the point of this Christmas custom – keeping in touch with those we care about and wishing them well.
If I’m sounding sentimental, it must be the cocktail of medicines She Who Knows is serving up. Thankfully, these are soaked up with rounds of mince pies and sausage rolls. A hot toddy or two also help.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not against greetings on the internet. This column is being sent on it now.
What’s more, online buying enabled me to do most of my Christmas shopping – without muffling up and braving windswept high streets.
But let’s also appreciate those traditions that enthuse December with a warming glow. From our fireplace I’ve spotted the robin hopping about.
All we need now is snow!
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