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Emily – A Christmas Blog

 

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I have just been given the greatest Christmas gift of my life, with the successful removal of an odious disease from my body and no need for further treatment, other than watching over the recovery. This blog is dedicated to Mr Tim O’Brien and his staff at Guys Hospital.

In May of this year I did not know of the existence of Mr O’Brien. Just one short month later he became the most important person in my life. Over six months two operations have given me back my life and now he will disappear as quickly as he arrived.

Throughout my life I have found that when I need help, whatever it might be, people will arrive and give me more help than I thought I actually needed, then disappear when their job is done.

To me it is one of the miracles of Life and we often lose sight of this wonder as we are manipulated, frightened and bullied to accede to the wishes and desires of the few in the pursuit of greed and power.

Life is a beautiful experience and over far too quickly and something we come to recognise as the years pass by. We are increasingly being ‘terrorised’ by the media as the 1% try to hold onto their power. This power is now gradually being eroded by the miracle of modern communications, lifting us out of the ignorance of millennia.

Now is not the time and so I will return to this abusive terrorism with my first piece of the New Year. For the moment I would prefer to stay with the miracle of Life and this story of the magic of the festive season.

 

A little girl goes to her first pantomime with her older sister and Gran. They have good seats just two rows back from the stage and so she sits and looks around in anticipation of what is to come.

The show opens and the players go straight into their warm up routine, calling to the audience and throwing sweets to all. The little girl is overwhelmed by this and keeps looking behind her to the rest of the audience, who are shouting and noisily responding to what is happening on stage.

She has never seen anything like this before and so her thumb goes into her mouth and eventually she sits on her sister’s lap for reassurance. One of the actors, who is working the audience, notices her and tries to reassure her by talking to her and throwing her sweets from the stage, all to no effect. She is not to be bribed out of her apprehension and so she continues to sit on her sister’s lap and suck her thumb.

During the interval it is obvious that she is not that unnerved by the show as she tucks into a large ice cream. Interval over they return to their seats. This time she sits on her Gran’s lap with her thumb firmly returned to her mouth.

As in the first half, the pantomime atmosphere continues unabated with the cast shouting at the audience and the audience shouting back. The little girl continues to alternate her attention from what is happening on stage to the responses and shouting of the audience.

Eventually the cast get to that part in the plot where they go into the “It’s behind you” routine, with the evil witch constantly creeping up on the unsuspecting star. After three or four of these stealthy approaches suddenly a thumb leaves a mouth and a little arm is stretched out pointing at the stage. With a face full of anxiety she screams “SHE’S BEHIND YOU!!!”

As I write this the hairs on the back of my neck tingle, as they did that evening when I witnessed the magic of Christmas touch yet another child. Ever since I can remember, I have seen it as my bounden duty to hold on to that childlike part that is within all of us and allow it to constantly restore my belief that Life can and should be fun.

In a world gone mad it is so easy to lose sight of the miracle that is this thing called Life and we are the poorer for it. Nobody will ever convince me there is no such thing as magic. It just takes a desire to step outside of our day to day lives and find it in the most unexpected places and particularly where children frequent.

I have taken the last month out to aid my recovery and look forward to returning to the fight in the New Year. In the meantime, I wish every one of you a Happy and fulfilling Festive Season and thank you, as always, for your continued support.

 

Until the next time.

Holly . . . A Christmas Blog

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I often drive up to London on Christmas Eve evening to see the lights. The roads are relatively quiet and so it’s easy to park and wander. A few years ago I began taking my partner’s granddaughter, Holly, with us.

The first year, as we drove up and down Oxford and Regent Street, she looked up in awe at the wonder of the lights. Eventually I parked and we walked to Leicester Square and the fair that is always there at this time. I was ahead and looked back to see a B-O-R-E-D little girl walking along seemingly endless and very dull back streets.

As we rounded that last corner into Leicester Square she saw the traditional Fairground, complete with 100 year old roundabout. The wide eyed wonder on that kid’s face as she dashed from one stall to another was, for me, a ‘Magic Moment’.

The following year we again took her up and this time, as well as the roundabout, she went on a stall where you had to get balls in buckets to win a prize. Because of her age she was allowed to stand on the ledge that went around the stall. She took careful aim with each ball but needless to say, they all bounced out. The sadness in her face was gut wrenching as I went to pick her up, adding a quick reassurance that we would return and try again later.

Just at that moment a voice boomed out “The little lady has another 3 goes” and the stallholder came over with the extra balls. Her little face lit up and she tried again but with equal results and again the sadness and near tears was a double whammy for me!

As I went to put her on the ground the voice boomed out again “The lady wins a prize” and the stallholder came over to her. “But I didn’t get any balls in” she timidly replied. “It’s Christmas darling. You don’t have to get a ball in to win a prize” he smiled. With that he bent down and produced a soft toy for her.

I picked her down off the ledge and the photo above is the image I captured within seconds of her standing with her prize.

There is not a single person on this beautiful Planet that will EVER convince me there is no such thing as ‘magic’ and how it visits us, if we allow it.

At this special time of year I try to cut out the growing commercialisation of the season and focus on the potential for magic . . . because it’s always there!

I have just recounted my ‘British’, ‘White’, ‘Spiritual’, ‘Male’ perspective of an event I will never forget – a piece of ‘magic’. What we can so easily forget is that events like this are playing out all of the time around the world, irrespective of race, colour, creed or gender.

This is my first year on Twitter and it has been an intense and exciting learning curve, with many mistakes (of course) and a sense of real satisfaction at what I personally have achieved. I have experienced the warmth of people, as well as the sometimes intense anger.

Above all however, I have entered an environment where people do not tolerate unpleasantness, something the outside world desperately needs, as well as making many new friends whose kindness and support have added another dimension to my life.

To ALL my new Friends, Followers and RT’s I hope the magic that I believe in finds you over the next week or two, in whatever shape it arrives and continues throughout your lives. We are all in this Life together, no matter what we are urged to believe, and our own magic is out there just waiting for each and every one of us, if we allow it!

My sincerest Best Wishes and Thanks to everyone for this incredible year. Let’s see what we can change in 2015!

Until the next time