As it’s still autumn weather I thought this autumn-ie picture would suit the moment. Every night before I go to bed I pass by Tim’s room. Laying there all nice and warm, clinging onto his greasy teddy bear. I stand there looking at him and wonder what his dreams are made of. I always imagine it as warm fluffy clouds in a crayon drawing full of vibrant colours, leaving me with a jealous feeling.
He doesn’t know yet what hatred, incurable diseases or famine are, or why a suicide bomber takes a killing spree in a Christmas marked, why they are here and happening. And to be honest I’m not looking forward to the moment I have to explain this to him, mostly as I haven’t got a clue myself.
My childhood memories of Christmas are probably much like the dreams he is dreaming. We didn’t do presents under the tree as we would get plenty during the 5th of December. But my memories of the two weeks around Christmas are warm, full of love, cuddling around the fireplace, no worries and wishing this time would last for ever.
For this Christmas I wish everyone these feelings and hope they will last a long, long time into the New Year, so that maybe one day we don’t have to explain these things.
A merry Christmas to you all!
Posted by Puddlepuff