I love winter. I don’t like getting up in the dark or coming home in the dark, but if there’s no where else to go…
Well, it’s nice to be in a lovely warm house, maybe stretched out on the sofa watching A Muppet’s Christmas Carol, or curled up in bed with an enjoyable book. Winter seems like the ideal time to indulge. It’s cold outside, probably wet – especially if you’re in the UK – and dark. Time to play video games, or watch films, or read books.
And ahead of us is Christmas. I love Christmas. I love the lights and the warmth and, yes, the time off work. Christmas Day is also my brother’s birthday, and we’ve celebrated this day together every year except for one, when he was travelling around the world.
I admit, as I’ve got older, my love for Christmas has waned a little. In some ways, it’s become much more stressful. In others, more sad. But mostly, I try to focus now on the positives, the things I love about this season. Have a good reason to treat my family, whether it’s through presents or other gifts.
Winter isn’t always the best time. But for me, it’s a chance to relax over Christmas – I am very lucky in that I’m off over the Christmas period. A rare chance to unwind and hang out with my family, this year in Margate where my brother lives, and see his nephew and niece. Having children around makes a lot of difference!
Even though sometimes I get down, for me winter really is the best season. My birthday is November 12th – often it feels like the cusp of autumn and winter, right as nights really start drawing in and coldness chills the air. And after my birthday, the Christmas lights go on up town, Christmas music starts being played, and Christmas planning hits full swing.
And I try to read as much as I can before the end of the year, taking the chance to indulge in some longer books I may have not got to yet.