THE MAGIC OF CHRISTMAS
As the years pass I'm becoming more and more jaded with today’s modern commercial concept of Christmas. Granted the grand children have grown up though not yet produced their own progeny; consequently there's no current need nor urge to deck our halls with twisted boughs of holly, nor arrange a multitude of tinsel wrapped pressies under a fake tree.
Weighed under with this Dickensian ‘bah humbug’ outlook it took a visit back to my favourite haunt, Ecuador, to realise that Christmas doesn’t need a million fairy lights twinkling on and off; it doesn’t need expensively packaged baubles cluttering the corner of a living room.
In Cuenca and its surrounding hamlets I found a simple celebration of Christ’s birth in a mixture of tongue in cheek humour and practicality and the excited participation of wide eyed children in countless pageants revisited year after year.
this modern Angel stood in a side street off the Cuenca flower market, busy pulling together a street parade of eager youngsters, melding Joseph and Mary with a youthful Santa and a busy mum fastening the shoe laces of her two small Wise Men.