Christmas

Once upon a time, a young boy with bad hair and an urge to read sat at his dining room table, littered with scraps of crackers and pieces of turkey, and thought about the future. He thought where he would be in a few years time, he thought what kind of Christmas he would have when he was older and had his own house, he even thought about life. Years later, at the same table, with better hair and more of an urge to write, the same boy thought about the same thing. He listened to Coldplay's 'Christmas Lights', sipped a glass of wine, glanced at the watch he had received for Christmas - 'nerdy watch' as his sister called it - and wrote about his thoughts. He heard his mother in the kitchen preparing the food, listened to crackle of the fire, glanced at the lights of the tree and thought "where are we going to be?" He thought it for a whole two seconds because the answer was obvious, "we don't know, we never know, and that's the fun of it." He thought that he would enjoy his dinner and read his book and maybe watch a film with his niece, and he would wait and see what was to happen, rather than sit and worry about it. He would ponder but not ponder too much. 

Enjoy and look out for the new blogtastic mayhem that is to come in the New Year! 

"Here's to the future!"

"No, here's to now."