I don’t have time, not now please.

I can’t be ill there is so much to be done.

I’ve haven’t written the Christmas cards.

I haven’t wrapped all the presents.

I need to be out shopping not sick in my bed.

The children are giddy with excitement I’m giddy with a fever.

So much to do, so little time.

So much pain, shivering constantly.

It’s just a normal winter virus but I don’t have time for normality.

We have hospital appointments, Christmas parties and don’t forget the carol services.

I don’t have time to be ill.

Yet life doesn’t play by the rules we desire it to. I’m sure we would all like to fit our illnesses in to the week in year we have free.

I’m sick, my body aches all over and no matter how much I wish it away Christmas is coming.

Acceptance is a wonderful thing. The letting go into the abandonment, what will be will be.

Happiness can only exist in acceptance. George Orwell.

Letting go of the stresses of the season isn’t easy. Maybe I needed the illness to slow me down. To remind me of the real reason for the celebration. Perfection isn’t found in perfectly wrapped Christmas presents, or wonderfully penned Christmas cards.

Perfection came on that special day when our Saviour was born.