Stories rain down on you at Christmas. It’s a time when families become a magnet for us all – however distant the family, whatever cracks may have appeared in its fabric during the year, its the family we need to be with at Christmas. In a country the size of Australia many of us travel many thousands of kilometres to be with our families – by air, by rail, by road, sometimes by all three. Then there are those family members living overseas who cover ten times those distances – just to be home for Xmas, however briefly.
Divorce, remarriage, and melded families have complicated Christmas for so many of us. Sometimes the planning around Christmas in these households requires almost military precision, to cover multiple family bases on the day. Often not everyone wants to visit every point, but Christmas has its own protocols.
Whoever we are, each one of us is writing our own Christmas story. It’s up to us to plan ahead for a happy ending.
My Christmas will be spent at the beach in midsummer heat, with family coming and going – as have so many other Christmasses in the past. That’s what feels like Christmas to me.
However you spend your Christmas, I do hope your story is a truly happy one from beginning to end.