“Always winter but never Christmas.”
Christmas is a season of celebration and carols. Friends inviting friends to sit around a table and share what has occurred since they saw them last.
Somedays though I think of those who don’t have any invites sitting in their email boxes. I wonder about those who sit in nursing homes hoping someone will visit.
Christmas is not a happy time for everyone we pass in the streets. My friend works in the cinemas and she said Christmas day is full of patrons sitting in seats by themselves, hoping no one notices them as the sneak past the popcorn line.
This Christmas I am taking the time to think about those in my life who are isolated and alone. A simple text, a question asking “what are you doing this year for Christmas and laying out an extra setting at our table.
If each and every one of our families invited just one neighbour each, the spirit of Christmas and the power of making room for another would change the landscape of our shores.
When was the last time you asked a stranger to have a meal?
It’s not as scary as it sounds.
Happy Christmas Kin.
We are kinwomen
You are our kin.