Have Yourself A Merry Little.....".
This evening I was asked what is my favourite memory of any Christmas What a hard question this is to answer. I’m feeling rather anti social tonight, and the hospice remains quiet , so I busied myself with some mindless checks of sell by dates of the unit’s drugs, and I thought about specific Christmases of note. Having a Christmas review, I think, is very much like owning a succession of dogs. Each one has its own personality but there is a tendency of everyone merging into each other. Some stand out for the oddest reasons. The year my father fell under the Christmas tree in his underpants with one of his more glamorous but equally pissed in laws. The year each one of the family had to share some sort of dramatic or comic performance, each one excelling the other. Lying on a sofa with a partner covered in dogs one sunny and lazy Christmas morning Last year listening to a colleague sing silent night with a dying patient Childhood memories are ...