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I don’t do Christmas, I don’t do presents, cards (I thank those who give, but don’t send), festive decorations, festive food. Nope, not gonna happen here again (did it for kids, can pass money onto adults who are doing it for kids), but not for me. Been there, done that and now I join in the more peaceful “Baked Beans on Toast Day“. I hug my peace nice and snug, keeping peace oh so close to my heart. Perhaps a walk in the afternoon to take some fresh air and view of nature, but no reminiscence of Christmas past or that old word to do with festive heartache: Nostalgia (excessive sentimentality, yearning for the past, in a state of being homesick… ill to the pits sadness for something that once was). Nope! Going to stay as in the moment as possible, gleaning the best of the days leading up to, on the day, then after. I will turnaround any negative thoughts that float my way and let the sand flow in the hour glass. This too shall pass.

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Thing is, although I might not do Christmas, that doesn’t mean I will be a party pooper towards others. I’ve made sure I won’t be working on Christmas day this year. I’ve made that mistake already before, because people at work will want to do it and expect a bit of helping others join in. Nope! The run up to it isn’t being wasted to much though, for I’ve found a little joke book and been recycling them all over the show. You know the type:

• What kind of motorbike does Santa ride? A Holly Davidson!
• Who hides in the bakery at Christmas? A mince spy!

Thing is, if you want to do “Tis the season to be jolly” then sure, fill yer boots and I’ll join in while I’m with you, but that I’m not going to do anything towards it and I won’t be going to other homes to join in. I’m going to be at peace in my own space and that’s surely what counts. So, I’m happy and let me be, your happy and I can let you be, so we can all be happy or whatever level of getting through the onslaught of festive things floats our boat.

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