I count down to Christmas every year. It’s a ritual that’s persisted, probably in part because, every few years has seen a special Christmas. There were a couple of early ones, when I was a teen: my brother and I would stay over at an aunt’s flat for a few days before Christmas, preparing for the party, wrapping gag gifts and thinking of forfeits for the games, playing wild games that made us laugh like loons deep into the night. There was the year in junior college, when I exchanged gifts with this girl. Then there was that year, my first at my current job, when my boss set up a department outing – part work, part celebration – that made me feel so much I belonged.
A couple of non sequitor things I came across:
- a review of the movie Beowulf in verse
- he is coming to town again! And I thought I might have seen the last of Jacky Cheung…