I would normally be with a three-generation group of ten on Christmas Day, but circumstances this year mean we shall be just seven; then (an undecided) day or three later we shall be back up to ten and 'do it all over again'. I am very ambivalent about Christmas, for personal historical, rather than doctrinal, reasons (and loathe its commodification). But the excitement of the youngest tranche of the family (6, 10, 13), and quite a few bottles of Prosecco, keep the festive spirits up.
A few years ago, a friend recently divorced from her husband told me of the Christmas Day she was on her own because it was his turn to have the children for that day. She packed a picnic for herself and went to the seaside and had her picnic lunch blissfully alone on the cliffs.
A few years ago, a friend recently divorced from her husband told me of the Christmas Day she was on her own because it was his turn to have the children for that day. She packed a picnic for herself and went to the seaside and had her picnic lunch blissfully alone on the cliffs.
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