That awful time of year, pressure mounts to spend, spend, spend. My youngest has been adding to her never ending Christmas list since August. Boy is she in for a big disappointment on the 25th December . There was a time when I loved Christmas. I loved the decorations, the lights, the cheesy Christmas songs and even a bit of culture with the carol service from King's College, Cambridge, but in the last eight years, this feeling has dwindled each year. The pressure to buy presents for family who already have enough and certainly the money to buy whatever they need. What do you buy for men who buy everything that they want ?
We started to go away for a skiing holiday at Christmas which was fantastic, no wasting ages cooking a lunch that took hours to prepare and cook and was then over in minutes, no sitting around watching terrible tv and special editions of comedy programmes ( or even worse, the misery of Albert Square). We would wake up , breakfast of Bucks fizz and smoked salmon and scrambled eggs made for us, while listening to Bing Crosby singing White Christmas watching the snow fall ... Oh those were the days! Sadly those days have gone due to the girls' ski race calendar, unless I win the Lottery !
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