At this time of year and against my own will, my spirits are lifted. A magical feeling that evaded language or definition. A time when simply being alive, animated was sufficient. And we awaited blessings and gifts from above. When I was very little my brother used to wake me up at six in the morning. He would crawl into bed with me. We hugged each other in the dark, beneath the duvet. We whispered excitedly as they made our way downstairs, barefoot, avoiding the loose tread on the bottom step. Two Santa’s sacks lay beneath the Christmas tree overflowing with gold and silver packages. They always did. Later we went to church. These were moments to savour.
Tags: Christmas, happy, moments to savour, Santa Clause
So Sick of Drowning 
December 25, 2009 at 6:45 am
Merry Christmas, Louise.
All the best for today and all the days to come.
I noticed at mentalnurse that you’d missed my blog. That means a lot.
Take care.
Calum
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January 3, 2010 at 3:22 pm
Beautiful Louise. This post is really touching.
Lola x
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January 11, 2010 at 11:22 pm
Just wondering if you are out there, and hoping that you are OK and looking after yourself.
Lola x
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January 12, 2010 at 4:52 pm
What she said ^. Are you alright?
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January 14, 2010 at 5:56 am
Thank you so much for your concern. It means a lot. I always ‘crash’ after the festive period. That wasn’t the Ghost of the Hindenburg you saw crashing to Earth, it was me.
((((Hugs))))
Good to see you again, Calum. 😉
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March 25, 2010 at 11:14 pm
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