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Repost: A Christmas Memory

Driving home for Christmas, With a thousand memories . . . Chris Rea, Driving Home For Christmas (1998) Christmas used to come less with presents, more with baggage. Absent parents in my youth meant a silent house, no plans for turkey dinners, always relying on the kindness of aunts and uncles to remember to invite… Read More ›

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A Christmas Memory

Driving home for Christmas, With a thousand memories . . . Chris Rea, Driving Home For Christmas (1998) Christmas has always come not with presents, but with a lot of baggage. Absent parents in my youth meant a silent house, no plans for turkey dinners, always relying on the kindness of aunts and uncles to… Read More ›

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Christmas Is Coming

This is the second Christmas in a row there isn’t a live tree in the house. Last Christmas, I moved back to my abode above the trees on Christmas Eve or so it seemed, and I made do with a small pale tree made of fibre optics. It glowed, and twinkled, it’s feathered branches like… Read More ›

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