It is beginning to feel a lot like Christmas

Warning: Strong opinions abround

I think it is absolutely ridicoulous that in the first week of November we were switching on Christmas lights. When I first arrived here in September I was appalled that Card Factory has already refurbished its shop into full Christmas gear. It gives the impression that after Summer, the only useful thing to look forward to in our yearly lives is Christmas. Please note this comes from someone who LOVES to plan in advance, but on my own, in my head.

Rant over – Oh look pretty lights! 

I am not immune to the damn lights either.

One has to admire the Brits. Coming from me, this means nothing as my friends will know because I have a strong desire to be British (Boo! I hear the Maltese patroits shouting. Well Boo You!). According to a recent survey on BuzzFeed, I am 92% british. Jubilations! Anyways, I digress. Yesterday I decided to go into town. I had (obviously) prepared a list, not least of those was returning library books due to expire. This was the only thing that pushed me into the milky fog past the front door. It was freezing, so I thought the city centre would be relatively glum.

I was wrong. It was a-buzzing. The streets were full of people and the loveliness of it all immediately warmed me up. The buskers were lined up in Queen Street using all sorts of tricks and antics to attract people. I was amazed that the music didn’t clash but actually melded into each other as you walked along the road. A particularly lovely band made of relatively older men were adorable and so good with their trumpet and saxophone (the saxophone is the most sexy intrument ever, no matter who plays it). Aren’t the Brits amazing? Braving the cold for pre-Christmas cheer?

With Santa’s Grotto bang in the middle of the street (6 Pounds entry no less, poor parents!) and that milky fog, if i squinted my ways in just a certain way, it almost looked like snow (You will now realise I have never seen snow, so I obviously have a lot to learn). So yes, I succumbed to the good Christmas feeling that had so evaded me. Then I reached into my bag and realised I had left my purse at home. Alas! The list could not be completed! At least I took something out of the walk – a renewed faith in people and Christmas.

This year. Instead of spending money on Christmas cards to all my international friends and others, and bunting for my room in Rhymney street, I have decided instead to donate money to a cause I have become very close to because of my Masters dissertation. Unique offers support and information for families diagnosed with rare chromosome disorders. Although individually rare, with the onset of array and sequencing technologies, it is now easier to identify small changes in our genetic material which can explain some difficulties these children have. Such a diagnosis can be isolating and scary because the prognosis is not completely known. Please click on their website (in the hyperlink above) for more information and some beautiful family stories! Consider doing the same with a charity you feel close to. Christmas cards will be thrown away or stored, but the money can go places!



5 thoughts on “It is beginning to feel a lot like Christmas

  1. Love that last idea!! I agree that most cards just get tossed, I am notorious for throwing them away myself. Don’t hate me buttttt I am already loving the Christmas stuff. AHH.

  2. O jeez I am getting the christmas vibe more and more tooo! I am thinking about not sending cards but books to my few closest beloved ones && Theres nothing wrong with donating!! I might send some to KIKA, my favorite charity 🙂

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