14 Wednesday 25 December
It’s odd that Christmas Day should feel different from any other day, but it does. When all’s said and done, it’s just another day. The birds see the sun rise again, the dogs expect another walk, the trees are glad for another extra couple of minutes of sunshine compared to the day before. To all intents and purposes, it’s just another Wednesday. But it’s not. It feels warmer, cosier.
Maybe it’s being around family. Perhaps it’s a throwback to childhood, when Christmas was undeniably a very different day to any other, when we’d wake up to the sound of Christmas songs, rush downstairs and rip open the presents while the smell of roast turkey wafted through the house. There was a wonder, an amazement which can’t ever be replicated in adulthood, but of which we’re r
