The Christmas edition

Yup. That one. The obligatory post about the joys and hells of the seasonal period. Shame how everyone does one … but if you can’t beat ’em …
In the 365 days since the last one, I have changed a great deal. I have been challenged and grown, in ways I wouldn’t have imagined. I am creatively enjoying a happy time in my life, and the love of a good woman, and though I know it may well turn crap again eventually, I am enjoying a little of the Christmas spirit for once.
See, I am not a Christian. I am a Buddist by practice, and understand that all this wanting and craving for experience is mostly empty. But to deny the children their gifts-under-the-xmas-tree thing would be just too cruel. Opting out when you have children just isn’t an option.
Which brings me to the point of this hopefully not too cloying Christmas message. That to understand Christmas properly, you have to be a parent. You have to brave the snow, for that one last toy. You have to pay that little more for the treats that will light up their faces. That thankfullness is only realised when you have something to loose, by your own actions or inactions. This year I have done well. And I am thankfull.
So, Happy Doctor Who Day, to one and all!

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