‘Christmas is a lovely rest, isn’t it,’ I say to Frog
yesterday morning.
I’ve only been back
at work two days and already I feel frazzled.
I hear Frog
hesitating. We're conducting one of our usual long-distance conversations: he's upstairs in the bathroom and I'm downstairs in the kitchen. I know what
he's thinking. Several days shopping. Three days walking, two of the walks
several hours long. You call that a rest?
Eventually, after
a long silence, comes his answer. ‘A rest for the soul.’
Yes! I think.
That’s exactly what Christmas is.
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| Sunrise, January 2013 |
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