The anticipation of Christmas.
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love Christmas. I’m never in it for the religion or the decorations but for the atmosphere. When I think fo Christmas I think of mystery and wonder. It is a time that the Victorians traditionally told ghost stories on and a time when the Paegans celebrated the Winter Solstice.
Last year was not, unfortunatley, one of these Christmas’s. I was on the verge of a nervous breakdown, suffering from the torment of a life and mind that was driving me to self destruction.
This Christmas will be one to make up for that, to celebrate it the way it should be – family, friends, loved ones… and a couple of presents never hurt anyone!