Merry Christmas

Hypothetical Hobnail

I have been crunching around on invisible emotions …..a compañero recently complained by way of reddening countenance.

Sorry W, I won’t be horrible to your team ever again.

But the chewing gum of guilt remains stuck on my shoe sole…providing unwanted extra adhesion on this islands streets to nowhere, only slightly melted by the opinion of an ever shining sun…way overhead in our Fuerteventura mid-winter,

Where I met an argument on a zephyr…

“I’m never coming on holiday with you again” wailed the rotund female sporting a northern accent and angry disposition……….her silver haired male companion remained silent, a look of grim resignation coursing along the lines of his tired expression… a hoped for handsome becoming wrinkled and ugly.

I almost expected a string section to be playing in the background ….evening dress and ball gowns…duelling with double bass……plucking harp in another fantasy for the disenfranchised, the unconnected.

But there was no music, just the bile of anger and sorrow.

It was around the next corner I encountered a festive season …..Whether I wanted it….or not.

Deck the boughs with jingle bells or something like that, Santa in sunglasses. I like it for the little ones, to see the excited little faces is heart warming, but I still remember the time when I discovered that Papa Noel was maybe not as real as I thought.

Was it this life’s first major disappointment? Might have been, maybe still is.

And so to the New Year and its resolutions. Must be more aware of others sensitivities.

Will I get some softer shoes in my Christmas stocking? Bin the hobnails.

Even if they are only hypothetical.

Seasons Greetings.

SB.