The day after the holiday. The day after sales
stampede. But in
my small world this day has always been about
putting on a brave face. It has been, since I was
a small boy- the Big Letdown.
The ohmygoshwhatdoIlookfowardtonow day. Blah.
Here then are three stories of Christmas to try and give a little perspective.
What was:
Christmas was -
a small ruddy face pressed up against the Toy Store window
watching trains race past impossibly fast
dreaming we could ever move that quickly
dreaming we could be on our way to a magical place
Christmas is -
trying to find a quiet snow lined street where there are only
lights
the warmth of Nat King Cole's voice
shoulders full of snow flakes
a face full of your scarf wrapped neck
Christmas could be -
busy shoppers in front of Harrods
incomprehensible conversations around us
steamy shops filled with the scent of tea and cocoa
your icy fingertips wrapped around mine
not a single word spoken in an hour
Merry Christmas week- It is worth more than a day,
n'cest pas?