Christmas in our house is and has always been a tradition of being together remembering the birth of Christ, going to church for Carols, reading about His birth in the Holy Bible, a Christmas Tree and and yes, an abundance of food too.
And after years without them another family tradition is back: playing Christmas records on the old record player which is fully restore now. We don’t question all these things, they are there and we all accept that it is like that and we like it that way.
I showed him the picture and asked him for a 3XL and he just laughed and said there weren’t enough Christmas lights in the world to go with that. Cheeky! “Sir if that is on top of your Christmas List as you say, what is second?” he asked. I told him with overt sarcasm that would be Dungarees and he laughed even more.
Yesterday my beloved lovely wife bought me this Christmas Sweater.
I have been asking for one for weeks (year after year before Christmas really), one of those knitted sweaters with a pattern of snow crystals, reindeers and antlers but she refused firmly as she said it would make me look like a fool.
This is the first line of one of my favourite songs sung by Larry Howard a long time ago. I have lost the record years ago when I moved from one place to another yet again. But the song remains in my memory.
First, let me make it abundantly clear that I am against the Fox Hunt! And the only reason I dare to share this story with you is the outcome of it. No Foxes were killed during writing this story, rest assured.
Read til the end.
A little over 25 years ago I lived in England. And at that time I had friends living near Cambridge that were well off and had a habit, some will now say a nasty habit, of indulging in the good of life and go on a Fox Hunt once a year, I believe the day after Christmas if I remember correctly. And although I had no desire to get my arse wholloped on the back of a horse nor kill a Fox, I could not say no when I was invited to join them in their festivities. But I had a few questions I needed to ask before I was going to accept their invitation and one of them was: is there a real Fox and do I have to kill it? And they all laughed. “We will tell you in time before the hunt not to worry, see you at the inn tomorrow”, Cordelia* said when I left their house that evening.
Merry Christmas to you all my friends. I pray for you often that you may not perish with the unfaithful but that you experience the love of Jesus and be saved. Amen. You are my friends and I love you.
Without you my life would not only be utterly boring but really miserable too. The past year I have experienced your love, affection, care and attention over and over again and for that I thank you from my heart.