All this snow is not going to stop me seeing Tron Legacy at IMAX tonight. Really looking forward to it. Today I've finally finished reading a book by Clive Barker  which has took me over six months, but I have finished books whilst supposedly reading that one. I do enjoy reading books but I have to either have it totally silent or have music through ear phones to make me focus. If the tv is on my eyes are pulled toward it too. Plus reading makes me really tired so the odds are stacked against me but I still manage to finish around six books a year. This always inspires me to write too which isn't bad for me. So this last week of work will be mixed with winding down and getting worked up. The pre christmas week holds most of the magic especially with a two and a half year old. The magic will grow for the next few years until he gets to seven or so and other school kids spoil it. I remember my thoughts to this day about the unveiling of santa's real identity. I had trusted my parents implicitly up until it was shown to me that I had been deceived and lied to for their entertainment. I mean what difference did it make to me if it was adults or Santa? But it was the fact that they had maintained that he existed when my doubts were raised. I remember I then grew distrust towards them. 
I was eight. Maybe this speaks volumes about my fragile state. This was the time of divorce too. It all mixed up my world at the same time and I put reality second place from that point. I still had control of the fantasy in my mind. I still avoid reality where possible. 

Maybe two years ago I was watching the music channels at Xmas time and Silent Night was on. It brought a memory to mind and so I said it. 
"I remember being in bed aged twelve and my mum was working in the pub and I had sat in bed and sang Silent Night out loud, and I cried and cried."
There was a silence in the room until my wife said loudly, "MERRY CHRISTMAS!".