I don't celebrate Christmas. I don't really like Christmas. In fact, it's fair to say that I hate Christmas, for all the usual reasons: dislike of the dreadful enforced annual consumerist orgy where people are encouraged to buy expensive stuff for other people, most of which is probably unwanted anyway.
So, I'm not a fan of Christmas.
And it's fair to say that today I wasn't in the best of moods this morning, seeing as how I had spent most of yesterday and most of the night going from room to room in my flat, mopping up the constant drip-drip-drip of water being forced through the windows by the stormy winds outside.
It wasn't fun. And I would certainly love to have windows that could take a bit of inclement weather.
But anyway: after clearing up this morning I took one of my calendars (
still a few left) down to a friend in the village and had a cup of tea with them, and then decided to go for a walk, even though it was again blustery and raining.
At the furthest point of my walk, I came across the one and only large downed tree I saw (surprising, considering how strong the winds were). It was big fir tree. So, even though I don't celebrate Christmas, I thought to myself, what the hell, and snapped off a small portion to carry home and decorate.
Merry Christmas everyone.
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| It was wet when I set out. |
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| Postie heads home, his Christmas work done. |
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| Wet. |
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| Out for a walk after the storm. |
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| Natural fairy lights. |
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| Rosehips. |
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| This was the large pine that had fallen over during the night. |
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| And my little portion to carry home. |
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| Um. I didn't have an angel. So I figured a fox skull would do just as well. (Fox skull also found out in the woods. Basically, everything I own was found out in the woods..) |
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| Merry Christmas! |
