We are 15 days away from Christmas.

Which means everything one attempts requires a bit of extra effort. 

I received a calendar on social media that is so true when it comes to the holiday season:

It depicts that the first week of December we pretend to be working,

The second and third week of December, we do not even attempt to work anymore, 

On the 23rd of December, we attempt to buy Christmas presents,

However, on the 24th of December we actually go and buy the presents,

On the 25th till the 28th of December we destroy our bodies with over indulgence and,

On the 31st of December we prepare ourselves for the foreseeable disappointment on New Year’s Eve.

I dragged myself out of bed this morning, despite having had an early night.

An early night that meant zilch, because I kept tossing and turning.

I managed to sit up in bed and instantly remembered how privileged I am to be alive.

Just yesterday, I was almost involved in a head on collision, some fool, thought it best to overtake on a blind rise and I, almost crossed over. 

This trail of thought got my overtired body out of bed, nonetheless I dragged my feet even more whilst attempting the mundane.

Whilst lying on the beach, watching my son paddling in a small floatable boat in a tidal pool getting in a bit of sun over the weekend, I pondered on my childhood and what Christmas time meant for our family, and what it means to me as an adult.

I fondly remember:

*a huge Christmas tree, surrounded by several presents, 

*the house filled with aromas of freshly baked cookies, 

*Christmas carols echoing through the house,

*family from far and near visiting, meaning endless days spend at the beach (my favorite), 

*an Uncle from Cape Town sipping on Rum and Coke and always calling me ANKERRR, despite me correcting him that my name is not pronounced with an R at the end,

*heavily catered Christmas lunch buffets, from chicken curry to beef tongue, to trifle and Judy Boucher in the background and many, many tears after such a lunch, Judy always got the tears flowing on Christmas.

*Christmas holidays spent in Cape Town, with extended family and new found friends.

What Christmas memories do you cherish? What does Christmas mean to you? Please feel free to engage with me

In Matthew 2:10-11King James Version (KJV) we read:

10 When they saw the star, they rejoiced with exceeding great joy.

11 And when they were come into the house, they saw the young child with Mary his mother, and fell down, and worshipped him: and when they had opened their treasures, they presented unto him gifts; gold, and frankincense and myrrh.

Christmas lost its magic to me a long time ago, however, that cannot stand in my way as I need to create family traditions and memories that my son can continue with when he has his own family one day, thus I started by:

Writing a letter to Santa on behalf of my son and took him to the Post Office to post it, we will be putting up our tree this weekend. 

I will attempt to be my mother’s daughter and take up the challenge of baking cookies for Christmas.

I unfortunately changed jobs recently, so I will not be lucky as you to get a few days off over the holidays but I am planning on spending every second with my son in the sun when I am not at work, by the poolside of course and being quiet, reading and writing, and doing some introspection.

I would have loved to spend my Christmas in Cape Town. There is something extra magical about Christmas in Cape Town.

Let’s celebrate this Christmas, by re-gifting the good news of His precious gift of salvation, and share our gifts and blessings for His glory, honor and praise.

And to those celebrating Christmas alone, you won’t always celebrate Christmas alone.

Christmas Greetings

‘’Curvy Scorpio’’


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