The things that matter at Christmas…
A week today, it’ll be Christmas, a time of good cheer. Well, that’s the propaganda anyway. But, before you start comparing me to Scrooge, let me reassure you that I love Christmas. Sometimes, though, expectations can get in the way of our enjoyment. Fortunately, I had an experience quite early in life that helped me see things a little differently.
When I was 13, I spent Christmas with my dad for the first time in 4 years. I should say that the flat my dad lived in was pretty grotty. It was all on one level and had big rooms with high ceilings. The flat’s layout meant it was very well spread out, and it was all heated by a single gas fire. This wasn’t a great place to stay in the middle of winter.
But it didn’t matter because I got to spend Christmas with my dad.
In my lifetime, there’s always…
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Sue Vincent's Daily Echo 
It is indeed those memories of those we love and the special times we spend with them. I asked my husband what he wanted for Christmas dinner….he wants burgers cooked on the grill. So…. 🙂
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What better way to spend Christmas? 😉
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There is no better way. ❤
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Nice share, Sue. I’m now thinking back to see if there was a special Christmas somewhere in my memories.
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There are a few in mine… and he’s right, all about people not things.
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