It’s the most wonderful time of the year, isn’t it?
Do we really remember the meaning of Christmas at all? Has the tinsel and the wrapping removed the real feeling of Christmas. Some will have a Christmas to remember. Some will have a Christmas they will never forget.
It’s hard to forget you live in a cardboard box with a rag blanket to cover you against the rain and cutting wind.
Its difficult to be the mother or father bringing up your child alone on a zero hours contract, wondering if you can make it through the next month.
It’s hard to be alone when all the company you have is a voice on the television. When no one knows if you are dead or alive because you became a ghost to others years ago.
The holiday is supposed to mark the birth of Christ, one of many who tried to show us what love and caring really was. When he saw injustice, from the stoning of prostitues, tax collectors and so on. He did not stay silent, he spoke and he raged!
Why can’t we do likewise?
So give those in need a hand and help them. Spare what you can to someone living on the street. Give a kind word and a smile to those who are alone. Hold our governments to account for injustices that take place at their hand.
Perhaps then we can truly call Christmas a time to remember instead of something to dread.
Merry Christmas and hopefully next year will be much, much brighter.
Sharon.