There's no real pattern to the way Ailz and I observe Christmas. Sometimes we bother, sometimes we don't. It's as the mood takes us. Last year we put up a Christmas tree but didn't send cards. This year we're sending cards but haven't put up a tree.
The people I'm sending cards to are an odd bunch- an ex girlfriend, an ex-boss, a woman whose friendship I sort of inherited from my first wife and with whom I used to share an interest in radical theology. Most of the people I love have dropped from sight: these few, random fellow pilgrims remain.
Ailz lost a childhood friend yesterday. He died suddenly in his sleep. He always said he wouldn't make 50- and he didn't- by 5 months. I wonder how he knew?