A poem about remembering hope in the bleakness. Love came down at Christmas, To wipe away bitter tears...
Planning for an imperfect Christmas Day
I hope for a pleasant day with family, nice food, time to relax, some decent gifts. In practice, I know I'll be donating some of my presents to the local charity shop, and people to whom I've given presents will be thinking the same, despite the time I spent choosing something I thought they'd like...There may be spillages, passive aggression and headaches by early evening. Whatever happens, it won't be perfect.