Christmas time...Bollocks to it

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How sad is it to stop believing?

During a film called - The Polar Express, all about a little boy who does'nt believe in Santa, hops on a train that appears out of nowhere and gets whisked off to the North Pole ( with adventure on the way ) to see Santa. I got deep in thought, and found myself welling up, not because the film is sad, but for the whole Wanting to believe in something magical, and why it dissapears from our lives.

Trying to think back to when I was little was very hard, but I do remember the magic, the special feeling of Christmas...the True meaning of Family values, the wonder of why a Jolly Fat Man comes into your house in the dead of night, eats mince pies and drinks sherry ( he must be the Alcoholics annymous's faveorite member of the year ), leaves you a plethora of gifts under the christmas tree for being good, and for all that to just dissapear from life is very sad....

I dont remember when I stopped believing...

I was'nt told Santa did'nt exist, I guess I kinda grew out of it, but would'nt it be such a nice feeling, to get those values back into our lives? not neccesarrily Believing in santa, but to stop all this Commercialisation of the main event of the year...what is Christmas without values?...money spinning, thats what. What ever happened to "The Thought That Counts". Now it's "Must buy the most expensive presents to appease everyone in my family". something gone a little Kah Kah there.....

Remember a time way back, when it was a thrill to recieve but an Orange in your stocking, an ORANGE! Yes, I know times have changed, but if people can be happy with an Orange for Christmas instead of an Orange Contract mobile phone, why can't we be happy for the small mercy's we give and recieve.

Why does it have to be a laptop, a mobile phone, CD's and DVDs, does that show we love eachother? no!, does it show we care? maybe, but what says Love and Care more than a Hug, a kiss and an "I Love you"...what better gift it there than love at Christmas? instead of the "Heres a bunch of presents that cost me the same amount as paying off our mortgage", what do they mean? nothing, they are material goods. Money Cannot and never will buy Love at Christmas, or any other time of year. Appreciate eachother for who they are, not whats in the wallet. Presents are over rated and not neccessary in my opinion ( well not for adults at any rate ), watch the kids, enjoy them believeing in what we stopped believeing in so long ago, and enjoy eachother! Christmas, it's a love thing...not a burn money time of year.

So next year, maybe stop and think about those who have no money to burn, to buy luxury goods with, who freeze to death on the streets. Does'nt seem like such a good deal now does it? I know we can't help them all, but help some we can. So Merry Christmas to all and to all a goodnight.

The World Gets Stranger...

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Right, now I know some people open their mouths without thinking...but...here is a list of things actually complained about by council property tenants.... All are true!....Strange....but true....

My bush is really overgrown round the front and my back passage has fungus growing in it.



He's got this huge tool that vibrates the whole house and I just can't take it anymore.



It's the dog's mess that I find hard to swallow.



I want to complain about the farmer across the road, every morning at 6 am his cock wakes me up and it's now getting too much for me.



I am a single woman living in a downstairs flat and would you please do something about the noise made by the man on top of me every night.



And their 18 year old son is continually banging his balls against my fence.



Please send a man with the right tool to finish the job and satisfy my wife.



My lavatory seat is cracked, where do I stand?



I am writing on behalf of my sink, which is coming away from the wall.



Will you please send someone to mend the garden path? My wife tripped and fell on it yesterday and now she is pregnant.



I request permission to remove my drawers in the kitchen.



50% of the walls are damp, 50% have crumbling plaster and 50% are plain filthy.



I am still having problems with smoke in my new drawers.



The toilet is blocked and we cannot bath the children until it is cleared.



Will you please send a man to look at my water, it is a funny colour and not fit to drink.



I want some repairs done to my cooker as it has backfired and burnt my knob off.



The man next door has a large erection in the back garden, which is unsightly and dangerous.



Our kitchen floor is damp. We have two children and would like a third, so please send someone round to do something about it.



I wish to complain that my father hurt his ankle very badly when he put his foot in the hole in his back passage.



I wish to report that tiles are missing from the outside toilet roof. I think it was bad wind the other night that blew them off.

***End of Complaints***

Just so you knew where they ended ;)

Anyway, I will blog again soon, when I have something to write about, I'll be back!