Christmas Every Day

This season is a very demanding time for me. It reaches beyond my children, and the usual chaos of Christmas. Many reach out – because although it’s the season to be jolly, the reality is that it is also a painful time for many – sometimes at the drop of a hat.

As a child, I spent a lot of time with my maternal grandparents. Granny and Grampie (my names for them) were wonderful, in more ways than just regular great ‘grandparents’ are. They introduced me to many of life’s treasures : the arts, theatre and musicals, classical music and music in general, singing,  Scrabble and crosswords, books and poetry and writing. But the greatest treasures they gave me were their time, and lessons of love and kindness and respect for all. 
Growing up, I was a ‘drama queen’ – but not in the sense that I made much ado about nothing. More in the sense that I loved everything to do with Dramatic Arts. I took private drama lessons, and appeared in every school show I could. Grampie used to say I was his ‘little Anne’, because a lot of my reactions as a child came from hours of watching Anne of Green Gables with my grandparents.
When I was eight, my parents took me to see the musical ‘Hello, Dolly’, at the theatre in Cape Town. (We were there to move my brother into his residence for university.)
When it was over, I paused at the top of the flight of stairs on the way out. Surrounded by people, I made my descent slowly and purposefully, imitating Dolly in the show, singing at the top of my lungs, “Hello, Meggie… well, hello, Meggie… it’s so nice to have you back where you belong….”

Being a dramatic young soul, it surprised no one that my favourite story was ‘The Little Match Girl’ by Hans Christian Anderson. I had a large book filled with his stories, but those particular pages were almost grubby, having being visited so many times. Although the story is set on New Years Eve, it was one that was read by me, and to me, all year long – but multiple times during the week leading up to Christmas. As an adult, I have struggled to understand how anyone could read it to me without crying. Because as an adult, each time I read it, the lump in my throat makes it difficult to read out loud – my breath catches in my throat and the tears flow when I am close to the end. Sobs escape, and I pause many times. I have yet to read this story out loud to my children, without frustrating them at the drawn out ending – but they understand, for they struggle too.

When I was 9, Grampie and Granny added to my book collection with another omnibus of stories. The featured story in this book (as it was the title of the collection) quickly became my next firm favourite. It was a story by Oscar Wilde, entitled ‘The Selfish Giant’.
And yes, this story made me cry as well. Although it has nothing to do with Christmas, or New Year – nothing to do with this particular time of year at all – it was another story that I revisited most during Christmas preparation time. And still do, as an adult.

Because both these stories remind me of the things that Grampie, in particular, always tried to teach me. (I was about 10 when my parents split, and Grampie stepped in as a replacement dad as much as he could, when my real dad wasn’t around.)

I am grateful for this Christmas season, because somehow it makes most people more generous. But…

EVERY day is the time for peace, love and joy. EVERY day is the time for compassion and kindness. EVERY day is a time to celebrate, and wish for others the treasures that cannot be bought to be in abundance for them.


But because it’s the season… my wish for you :

The true heart of Christmas (and every day we have 😛 ) is one of wonder and warmth. May any holiday stress you feel fade away and be replaced with this. To those who have lost loved ones during this season, may there somehow be comfort for you. To those who have little, may you be given more. And may we all show kindness and love, and be shown it in abundance too! Merry Christmas to all!



9 thoughts on “Christmas Every Day

  1. I was deeply moved by your blog and once again your openness and honesty.
    I too didn’t have a conventional Christmas inasmuch as I spent Christmas Eve with my mum and siblings and whichever guy was flavour of the month and would be picked up by my Aunt and Uncle on Christmas day and after the New Year would be dropped off at my Grandparents house 🏡.

    I too have a love for books and every year got the Children’s illustrated Bible along with the record breakers annual although my favourite books where
    Charles Dickens A Christmas Carol, I am truly amazed at how people can change if they have the desire to and be redeemed.
    I also enjoyed reading the poetry of Robbie Burns and many other classics.
    I agree totally that Christmas and the feeling associated with the season should be felt each and every day.
    My thoughts, prayers and blessings reach out to you and your family always 🙏❤️🎄💐

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    1. Thank you so much, Paul. Ah yes, the good old Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens. Growing up, the Ducktales version was my favourite – good old Donald Duck and Scrooge Mac Duck. But there’s something so different when we pour over the pages, isn’t there? 😉
      Thoughts and love across the miles to you and yours too. ❤ Happy Merry 😉


      1. I don’t think that you can beat turning the pages although the Duck tales is a really good version.
        My Grandfather wouldn’t let me turn the corner of a page and if I had wanted to move onto another book I would have to put the other one back in the bookcase.
        The miles don’t seem so far away with the Internet 😉❤️

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  2. Strange the things we associate with the Christmas period. For some reason I always want to play Close To The Edge by Yes (which I was in fact doing when your blog appeared). It has nothing to do with Christmas other than I find the music magical and it is magical few days. I also read The Christmas Mystery by Jostein Gaarder at regular Christmas intervals. A book that is written to be read a chapter a day throughout December up to the 25th. You end up wandering around your home saying: “To Jerusalem, to Jerusalem”. Very seasonal. Then, depending on your history, your geography and other personal factors there are things that we do at Christmas that others may never understand. But, hey, it is the season of acceptance.

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  3. Amen. The stress part is real for most folks and it should be otherwise. Restful and peaceful. And yes, Christmas should be an everyday life for us. Because Christ is for all days not just December 25th.

    Smiles. The “drama queen” part though. I love arts too. It’s refreshing!.

    Merry Christmas to you and your family.❤


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