Counting blessings

My farmer was in a supermarket queue with a police office on Christmas Eve.

He asked if she was looking forward to a quiet day the next day.

She said the morning was usually fairly peaceful but when over indulgence of alcohol kicked in as the day wore on it could get busy and unpleasant.

Our Christmas Day couldn’t have been more different.

We spent it with extended family, relaxed and happy all day.

We don’t exchange gifts with our siblings and stop giving to nieces and nephews when they turn 21; we keep the food simple and share the preparation and clearing up.

We enjoy each others company, laugh lots and end the day at least as close to each other as we were at the start.

Yet another reminder to count my blessings.

2 Responses to Counting blessings

  1. adam2314 says:

    ” Yet another reminder to count my blessings “..

    Yes HP.. I count my blessings more frequently than once a year..

    Christmas time in NZ is a time for the excuse to get Pissed..
    Beat the wife and kids.. … Just check out the Womans Refuge figures..

    Because it is Christmas !!..

    I carry in my car .. Photo’s of my mothers beaten body..
    Which I was there…. Smacking the Bastard that was my father over the head with a torch..

    Mother and i left the next day into the arms of the Salvation Army…

    Count your Blessings…

    I do… Every day… Not just this commercial nonsense once a year..


  2. homepaddock says:

    Adam, I had the privilege of being brought up in a family where my parents loved each other and me. That is normal for my extended family and friends but it’s not something I take for granted. I know too many others, like you, for whom it wasn’t/isn’t normal.

    You are right about counting blessings every day and I do try to do that.


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