Okay, so we are at the end of the year; the mad scramble to feed the metaphorical five thousand has emptied the supermarket shelves of brusssel sprouts, turkeys and many perishable viands; wines and spirits are disappearing as fast as they can be put on the shelves and finding a parking space downtown is a frustrating exercise. Santas wander around the shopping centers, children queue up at makeshift grottos and the tinsel, lights and plastic decorations glitter provocatively.
Me, I mutter 'Bah Humbug' and wish for a return to the innocence of my childhood when the Christmas hassle was far removed from my ken and grandma sang carols at the piano and we came downstairs on Christmas morning to see the living room transformed into a magic place of warm food, Christmas tree in the corner with parcels underneath and the smell of spiced puddings being readied for the pot.
So, I send my contacts a greeting for Christmas and hope that you are all going to use the Christmas message of hope and weather the economic storm.
In the meantime to cheer you up try the Sheppey Writers web site and read the Christmas stories written by year seven children of the Westlands School at Sittingbourne. The address is: http://www.freewebs.com/sheppeywriter and you are invited to make comments on our guestbook, read the stories and if you want to download the PDF pieces that are attached.
Incidently, my cat cares not a fig for Christmas but will eat a portion of Turkey if placed close to her nose; otherwise it is jellymeat and biscuits.
Merry Christmas!
