On the Twelfth Day of Christmas…

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And this, my dear friends is the last post in my Twelve Days of Christmas series, otherwise, I suppose it wouldn’t be a Twelve Days series, would it? So get prepared because hopefully this post will get you all festive for the big day…

So, I finally thought that I should get down to some serious Christmas shopping. After my last shift for Christmas I headed off into the treacherous, swarming town. It was a dangerous task and one I was uncertain I would succeed in. Town was busy and as you know I hate a busy town…

I cannot begin to explain how horrible the shops were, they were crawling with people. I thought ‘sod this’, but then I remembered I only have one more day to get this shopping done and that’s Christmas eve, and I already decided I wanted to do absolutely nothing all day Christmas eve. So with this in mind I trunched off into the heart of the shops and grabbed the first things I thought may be appropriate and took them to the tills and scarpered off home.

The feeling of knowing that I don’t have to face these Christmas shopping nightmares is a good feeling, indeed. Now, all I can do is relax and enjoy Christmas, not bad ey?

So all I can do now is wish you all a very merry Christmas and thank you for supporting my Twelve Days series. I leave you with the hope that this Christmas you all remember the real message, that God sent his only Son to earth as a loving gift to save us.

And that has been your final daily fix of Christmas.

On the Seventh Day of Christmas…

Here it is, the Seventh post in my Twelve Days of Christmas series and yes it’s about the Nativity. The Nativity is one of the most important features of Christianity and also it’s a great story.

The Nativity

I’m writing this because today I went to a Nativity service which was brilliant. It was a really nice service which only added to my Christmas feeling. First, I should explain that the service consisted of the story of the nativity retold and acted out by the children of the church. There is just something amusing about seeing young children attempting with all their might to remember what they have to do next, but still having absolutely no clue about what’s going on. The service was well executed and knowing many of the parents I could see how proud they were of their ‘little ones’.

Children really love Christmas and I mean, really love Christmas. I know this because I was a child once and believe me I loved Christmas. It’s a great time of year but unfortunately so many children simply get spoilt rotten which ruins the real meaning of Christmas, which under Christianity states, Jesus came to earth in the form of a baby as a loving gift from God to save mankind. We give gifts at Christmas to replicate this act of love, or so the tradition probably started anyway. And so a gift is a sign of love which is given without any expectation of a return gift or favour, but out of the goodness of our hearts. We should remember this Christmas that it’s not what we expect to receive, but what we can freely give that matters. The saying ‘It’s the thought that counts’ really does ring true.

That has been your daily fix of Christmas, bonne nuit.