Well, here it comes again. As the years advance, the Christmas festival’s arrival seems faster and faster. Just a few days ago, it seems, it was Guy Fawkes Night, then that awful Americanised Hallowe’en and now we have got to the stage of defensive Christmas card writing and sending, panic over who has been forgotten and purchasing of enough food to provision an army.
Looking back to childhood, was it any different?
As a child, it was. There was all the excitement – was Father Christmas going to come? Did he get the letter that went up the chimney? Would the reindeer enjoy the Cadbury’s fingers we left on a plate by the fireside for them?
And then it was bedtime. I’m convinced that one year I heard the sleigh bells afar off.
Christmas day was different. The coloured paper, opening the presents under the tree, off to St. Andrew’s Church, Cheam to realise whose birthday we were celebrating, show, along with all the other children, our best present to the Minister, a gargantuan lunch and a comatose, digestive afternoon for the grown ups.
For our parents, I’m sure the pressure and the joy was much like what we have inherited.
Was it all worth it?
Of course it was!
A very Happy Christmas to all of you from all at Connoisseur Underwriting