Christmas is a funny ol’ time for me. I remember being young and we always went up to my Gran and Grandpa’s house in Auchterarder and there were so many of us crammed around the dining room table. Constant flow of food and chatter, crackers, jokes, starters, crunching, spreading, mains, turkey, pigs in blankets, laughter, bottles popping, cans cracking, desert, games, presents, fire-place crackles, Eastenders drums and the odd snore from around the room as the oldies nodded off.
Our family shrunk then grew again and we tried to keep everything ticking over year on year. As the years passed, the growing halted and the shrinking went full throttle. The vibrant noise that once was a celebration of unity, dwindled into a toast to those that are no longer here with us.
Moving on up, we’ve switched up the vibe. Has it helped or has it perpetuated the Christmas green eyed monster? Who do you have at your table? I wish I had that too.
I say this from a background of trauma, shite communication and loss. V spirit of Xmas, cuff me. It’s just a time of year that doesn’t emote good things for me. I guess again I’m jel of people who have also been through tough shit and have that joy. I do hope one day I can enjoy it again. As I sit here with a beer and my earphones in listening to Chance the Rapper I think I’ll give it a go again next year. HAAAAAA
Also, please don’t let this mask my gratitude and thankfulness. I am extremely grateful for the people and family and blessings I have. I just grieve what used to be. All emotions are valid ❤
SPLINT UP, LOOK SHARP 