Here’s hoping everyone out there had a fairy tale Christmas. Let me clarify. By this I mean, a full belly, a smiling face,a table with no elbow room, a warm heart, best friends, a healthy family, a cosy bed and much love. I am not talking about piles of presents or trinkets from uber~ fancy stores, or the latest and greatest thing. Christmas is not about commercial expenditure. Duh, we all know that. WHY then do we make it so about the “stuff”.To be honest , every year I find it harder and harder to get into the merry ho ho jolly of it all . At some point I dream of dialing up Santa and bitch slapping him. Hard. K, actually it isn’t Santa’s fault really. er… sorry Santa! It is the commercialism of the holidays that the general mass public falls head first into like a top heavy weeble. We buy into it. LITERALLY! Sounds like I am in my little grinch~ mobile driving to Bitter~town doesn’t it? He he he he he, no, I am not really, although…. some days yes I could be likened to that….Yup, a green, beady eyed Grinch !It is all funny to me now that my hair isn’t on fire anymore and my heart rate is back down to normal, and well, I don’t think my liver will forgive me anytime soon,as there were a few too many “quickies” or “little nippies”, as my friends like to call them, to ease the buying fever pain. Don’t get me wrong here. I love Christmas. Or the “idea” of Christmas. Next year…. I think. Next year will be different. The best gifts I received this year were handmade and heartfelt. I am massively grateful for those. I am grateful for my family and friends. I am grateful for the beautiful dinner we made together. I think the angels dined with us that night. Long after the smoke clears and the credit cards are paid off, what I will remember about Christmas are those things. So, on that note,I leave you with this thought…..from the Grinch no doubt!