Christmas brings out the best and the worst in me. I’ll get the worst over with first: I’ve already started worrying about that first Christmas when all I’m expected to do is wait for someone to pick me up and take me to dinner at someone else’s house. I’ll be propped up in a corner and, over the course of the afternoon, each person will make an obligatory visit and ask me questions in a tone which suggests I have lost my ability to understand English. If I get any gifts, they will be tea towels, Christmas candles, bath salts and chocolate-covered cherries.
The years are what they are... But the youthful joy of receiving presents is still there!!! Good for you... It takes a young heart to have and to share this thought!