Adullamite: Christmas Day

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Monday, 25 December 2023

Christmas Day

A Merry Christmas to all my friends.

Sunday, 25 December 2022

Saturday, 25 December 2021

Christmas Day 2021

Happy Christmas everyone.

Talk to the babe...

Friday, 25 December 2020

While they were in Bethlehem, the time came for the baby to be born, and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no guest room available for them.

Merry Christmas to one and all.

Thursday, 26 December 2019

Boxing Day

It is always satisfying to find presents that meet our requirements. Books aplenty will always be acceptable in this house, and one niece is successful in supplying my wants each year that way. Her method is a simple one, she asks her son what book she ought to buy and he, from a distance, is always on top of the job, never a failure so far. A book discussing clouds, from the great 'Cloud appreciation Society' is always welcome. The sarcasm from someone living 400 miles away is not unknown in my family, quite where she gets her ideas I fail to comprehend. Still it was a worthwhile xmas rummage through rustling paper yesterday, I was very satisfied and pleased all was perfect.

Unlike today, where gray clouds cover the land, yesterday began with a walk in bright sunshine to church. There I was greeted by many women, kissed many times and welcomed by all my ladies. The fact that I handed out chocolate possibly had something to do with this? Many were missing, some surrounded by grandchildren or families elsewhere, some sick with the cough. The time together was good, although the tears when the preacher pinched a car from one child was unfortunate, and soon we all moved off to lunch. It took some time to refuse the many invitations to lunch, or drinks at least, I considered it better to leave families to argue alone rather than join them I was happier by the time I left than I have been for some time, a good day after all.

So taken was I by Xmas messages I allowed my dinner to burn. The crispy burnt offering did not taste as I imagined but beggars and choosers meant I ate it anyway. Later, as the sun dipped down, I wandered the quiet streets snapping shots of the deep blue sky. Strange looks from the few out and about were ignored.