[Margaret Pilkington]

My two strongest memories of Christmas are not pleasant ones.
I dislike Christmas, but I hate New Year. I always think that fate has something nasty in the wings waiting to leg me up....and they change the old year for a new one just as the old one stops pinching(like a new pair of shoes).
I never wait up to see the New Year in.......and New years day is just another day to me.
Where is March...bring it on, and be quick about it.