A Time Of The Year

It is funny how memories of old friends appear at just around Christmas every year. Your mind drifts off to places you used to know and all the fun you used to enjoy there. Back to the school days how joyous they were, but ask anyone how they felt about them and they’ll tell you they hated it there. In truth, it was the best years of our lives. A time before the world and its pressures closed in, a time of laughter, no tears there. Lazy days of summers that seemed to last all year, and at Christmas everyone’s favourite time of the year, gifts spilled out from the bottom of the tree. Those times are all now gone, but we can still relive the joys we used to know through the eyes of our children and their children at this time of the year. 12 December 2007