Christmas Eve - Jo Carroll

It’s Christmas Eve.

And you’ve time to read blogs!!

I’m impressed … or maybe you’re alone for the festivities, and have nothing to do today other than make sure you’ve enough milk to see you through.

I’ve done Christmas alone – from choice. It was wonderful. The street was quiet. I walked along my lovely High Street and everything was hushed. There was more life in the afternoon: children with new bikes and scooters wobbled past my front window. They took no notice of me, settled by my fire with a heap of books and knowing I’d not be disturbed (my idea of bliss!)

Not everyone has choices.  Some will be overwhelmed by family and wish you could be on an island, without them. Some will love the chaos are able to be kind to great-great-aunt Gertrude even when she spits out the sprouts. Some will be up all night playing Santa and by tomorrow afternoon will be praying for it all to be over. Some will be alone, nothing but the telly and maybe a book or two, and hear the jollities next door with great pangs of nostalgia. Some, with different creeds and beliefs, will wonder what all the fuss is about.

Some – and I have my own reasons to think particularly of you – will have known trauma at Christmastime. The contradictions of your memories and the jollity around you is particularly cruel. You may even have been given ‘advice’ – to go away this year, to shape your celebrations differently, to forget the wretched festival altogether. No doubt your friends have your best interests at heart – but you are the only person who can, somehow, decide if this season makes any sense at all. May you find comfort, somewhere, among all the tinsel; may you sleep calmly when it is done.

I wish you all well. May you have the Christmas you need, and may the New Year bring you peace.

But if you like e-books – tomorrow the Authors Electric Christmas Sale starts!



madwippitt said…
A kindly thought at Christmas Jo - it's easy to forget in all the rush to decorate trees and buy too much food and booze that there are some folk out there who are having a truly terrible time.
Lydia Bennet said…
happy Christmas Jo and all! Christmas ebbs and flows with life as people come and go, not always in a predictable way though it's hard on the bereaved and otherwise troubled.
Unknown said…
The gift of sensitivity and empathy at this time of year is particularly appreciated by those of us who are usually dismissed as 'scrooges' without anyone bothering to think there might be a good reason behind the Xmas aversion! And let's remember, trauma is not just for Xmas, memory ensures it is for life!!

Looking forward to more in 2014 and Jo, have a great time in Cuba.
Unknown said…
Uh, that would be more blogs/sensitivity/empathy etc NOT more trauma (obviously?!) xx

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