You know the routine: make the poncha creme, grind the seasoning and the pepper sauce, cook the ham and pastelles, decorate the tree, buy and wrap and label the presents, buy the wine and spirits and distribute them, send out the Christmas cards, deck the halls, bring out the VAT 19, strum the cuatro, attend all the parties, fight the traffic and the crowds in the malls, be lucky you don't get mugged or robbed...the joys of Christmas!
Who can deny the additional stress brought on by Christmas to it's celebrants? Still, I have read of no correlation between the holiday season and the frequency of death due to stress factors, so it seems that Christmas and heart attacks and strokes and the like are not linked. I wonder.
So much additional activity should make a difference in the routine which could result in health factors coming into play.
Yet I remember a gentler time, a softer time when things did not move quite as fast as they do now. Little chance of the health issues then. That was a time of little traffic and less crime and more hope and joy and comfort, a time when family meant almost everything, and strangers were not nightmares to be feared. A time of a feeling, a mood and an outlook which really believed in good will towards all men. Perhaps the sun was brighter and the nights were safer and the living was easier back then. All mostly gone now sadly.
In Trinidad and Tobago, now is the time to put up our cages and our walls to keep the increasingly hostile human element out. Time to say goodbye to the village culture and say hello to the global ghetto, coming our way soon.