I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas.
It feels strange to say that because, as you may have guessed, I’m writing this in advance of the big day.
Just think, you are reading this on Boxing Day, hopefully with your feet up, watching Christmas movies and looking forward to a dinner of left-over turkey curry or gammon steak.
You’ve done all the hard work, bought all the gifts, posted all the cards, and given all your relatives the obligatory peck on the cheek.
I’m jealous, because, as I write this, I still have a million-and-one things to do.
I’m jealous that I’m writing for the people of the future who have climbed a mini mountain and I am still standing in the foothills.
I don’t mind really.
I know Christmas can be a hassle and super-expensive if you’re not careful, but what would our lives, family memories and a long dark winter be without it?
Some of my fondest memories of my parents and my children come from Christmas.
Perhaps, people of the future, yesterday you were involved in making a new memory too.
Christmas babies would have been born, proposals would have been made at midnight, and landmark birthdays would have been celebrated.
But sad events would have happened, too, and painful memories would have been created.
People we love may have passed away, an elderly person may have eaten a sandwich alone, and a member of a broken family could have spent Christmas without their children.
While it’s a time most of us enjoy, most of us know someone who endures it.
They hope it will pass quickly, craving the normality of daily life.
I feel sorry for those people. People roar ‘Bah humbug’ in their face, but there’s probably a bit more to it than that.
It is a wonderful time of year, especially for the children.
But, thankfully, for those who didn’t pop the champagne yesterday, there’s now a new year to look forward to.