It’s coming on Christmas.
They’re playing, ‘Jingle Bells’ and, ‘White Christmas’ in the shopping malls.
A marching Salvation Army brass band wrings the heart with, ‘In The Bleak Winter’.
There’s a tree dressed in tinsel and flickering lights in the Town Square.
Someone said the Reindeer are arriving soon.
Words like Holy, Saviour, Joy and Peace fill the Winter air.
Yet, yet, for some Christmas is not a time of unalloyed Joy.
It’s a time when, whether you want to or not, you’re reminded of Christmases past and the past that haunts your present and is sure to haunt your future.
What happened to the dreams of the 6 year old who believed in the magic of Christmas with all their heart?
The child who whooped with delight as they left crazy spiralling tracks all across the freshly fallen snow?
What became of all those promises the 16 year old…
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