Running Ahead of Christmas


Twas the night before Christmas” probably should cop full blame for the annual spectre of a fat middle aged and unshaven man in red pyjamas wrecking otherwise beautifully marbled venison to shove recycled gifts into cheesy old socks.

One week out before Christmas, an overweight middle aged unshaven man is probably having too much red meat and soaking up a little bit too much Shiraz and Sauvignon Blanc and waiting to see out the year for a fresh one to begin.

In as much as I have always enjoyed the yuletide what I am looking for is to be able to put this year behind me and focus on having a fresh start next year. I sometimes wonder if I do that too much at the expense of a more “carpe diem” philosophy.

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