My date of birth roughly coincides with the Advent season. But I neither remember my first birthday, which I am told was quite grand, nor my first Christmas. What I do remember is that in my early years, Christmas meant the following
Over the Years
Firstly, there was the setting up of the Christmas tree. I was never good at it, and mostly it was my father and brothers who unwound, raised, and decorated it. This was accompanied by Christmas songs (Boney M, Charlotte Church, and Josh Groban etc.), Continue reading →
The pain surprised her, she had thought it would hurt less this time. Looking down, a tear fell from her cheek and disappeared into the pool of warm blood. She knew she would have to find somewhere to wash.
He used more force this time and the wound is bleeding bright red, flowing down her knees. How was she going to explain this one to her husband? The previous time she used the big root from the old sycamore tree as her excuse, tripping and falling and gashing her skin on the spade he left lying around. She still shudder to think how mortified he was, begging her forgiveness. Continue reading →