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Dear Santa…

Image of a child writing

It’s less than a month to my birthday and just a week or so after that Christmas will be upon us. When I was growing up, I used to despise the fact that my birthday was right on top of Christmas. Inevitably, you always ended up getting a bit of a raw deal compared to others who had their birthday a good way away from the Christmas period. My presents seemed to be a merger of the two events… roughly equivalent to 1 and 1/2 times a set of prezzies compared to the two sets that other people got. At least, it always felt like that.

These days I’m still not much of a birthday fan but my reasons are entirely different. As an adult, birthdays have been pretty depressing in the past. The onset of time just reminds me how little I have done with my life, how much remains on my great wishlist of things to do, places to visit, people to see.

However, I turn 33 this year and for once I feel quite settled about it. Whether I will feel the same in just over a fortnight’s time we’ll have to wait and see. However, the fact that I am now on my way to being ordained… that I have found my vocation and am actively involved in preparing for it… things feel much smoother. I know where I am going and what I am here to do. There is a lot less restlessness in me… or rather that restlessness has a sense of direction to it all now.

Anyway, if anyone feels so inclined, you see what I am wishing for this birthday and christmas by looking at my Amazon wishlist. What can I say… I’m not proud! Buy me something! 🙂



I’m a boxing day baby – my parents went out of their way to stop the whole joint present thing happening but inevitably…

I have often resented my birthday being used as a family get together for extended family members, and sharing it with my big sister Nicky. But actually it’s kind of nice to be the focal point for an extended family, the excuse by which they “break bread” together (go to harvester).

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