When my own children were tiny, I'll never forget seeing my daughter as an angel in the playgroup production of the nativity...and my sons as shepherds. Of making Christmas biscuits with them on late dark December afternoons...and getting all of them around the tree to help decorate it. I loved those Christmases...and this special time of year has always filled me with an inner glow, if not panic about forgetting someone's present.
But I don't know what's going on this year. For the first time I've been feeling decidedly "bah humbug" about Christmas. I've become increasingly annoyed with the early and constant bombardment of adverts on TV...and nothing would induce me to do some early Christmas shopping. I couldn't even think of any presents to buy.
On the first day of December, all the Christmas songs came on the radiom and I seriously thought if I heard Slade's Merry Christmas again I would scream. By now, I was worried...had my seasonal spark disappeared for ever?
Then last week I went to Wistow, a lovely rural centre not far away
.My eyes lit up at all the Christmas plants and gardening gifts ,
and I even bought a few presents from here....
And as I drove home on a late December afternoon...I thought my Christmas mojo had made a comeback
I kept trying to find my inner Christmas glow without success, and I began to wonder whether it would ever return......