Nadolig Llawen

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Christmas Eve is upon us once again - the first one for some years that I haven't had to work on the day, barring weekends and rota days. In some ways this makes it feel slightly odd to me as if something is a little out of kilter and adding a final twist to the already really quite odd year we've all had. In fact, that there has been no escaping from Covid - it being in the nature of pandemics to be inescapable, I suppose - has lent this last 10 months or so the nightmarish quality of a non-stop anxiety dream.

But let's at least try and put that sinking feeling to one side for the next couple of days and just be as safe and secure in our own selves as is possible, whatever our circumstances. For many, this won't be at all easy or even possible and my thoughts, not much I know, are with them. As always, I'm hoping that post-covid/brexit/etc. will see an upturn in humanitarianism and compassion in the world and the downgrading of greed from a desirable or even essential quality of life, to the status of taboo; its practitioners shunned by sensible society. It's a nice thought that I think pretty much every year at this time: ever the glass-half-full guy. Maybe next year will be the year. Nadolig Llawen i chi gyd: Merry Christmas, everyone!

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