Christmas is traditionally a tumultuous time in my head and heart. For many many many years, I have found myself unable to shake the pertinacious ghosts of Christmas past. Troublesome demons that inhabit memories that should be long forgotten but just wont let go.
Christmas times with my extended family left blistering scars that have never really healed.
This year I spent Christmas Eve’s eve with wonderful people. I laughed so much and and enjoyed myself so fully that I thought that I may burst.
We had a delicious supper. We built a house. We played with shadows. We spooned raisins out of our mulled wine and had some joulu torttu.
“I am as light as a feather, I am as happy as an angel, I am as merry as a school-boy. I am as giddy as a drunken man. A merry Christmas to every-body! A happy New Year to all the world! Hallo here! Whoop! Hallo!”