On a top branch of the tree is a blue glittery eggshell that Josh made in nursery - he is now twenty - and a stocking made by my great aunt Carol more than forty years ago hangs on my living room door.
My now adult son is out with fifteen of his closest friends while I am home alone. Home alone with two snoozing cats and a plate of goats cheese and chilli jam...oh, my goodness, how much do I love goats cheese!!!
The lights on the Christmas tree are twinkling, presents are wrapped and Bethlehem is on the news - a very different Bethlehem to the Bethlehem I remember from the 1980's. Then, it was still possible to clamber down the hills from a Jerusalem kibbutz and in to Bethlehem, without need of a passport.
Merry Christmas!!!
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