Poverty doesn’t end at Christmas

Dear subscribers and guests it’s been a tough year for so many of us, I know it, I feel it.

This year was probably the worst one of my whole life. My son was tragically taken away from me mid pandemic. It hurts more than anything else that I’ve experienced.

Whilst we were abiding to the social distancing rules, the Tory government were busy partying and carrying on as if nothing had happened.

This was a case of we’ll do whatever we want sod the public. They don’t care about us. My son had to have a very reduced socially distanced funeral whilst they were enjoying life.

To be honest this is a perfect example of how they treat us. They never spare a thought for us so don’t expect them to either.

Christmas is a tough time for so many reasons wether it be for financial reasons or bereavement. I’m with you, I feel it.

I haven’t put a Christmas tree up this year. My daughter and I decided that it doesn’t feel right so we put some extra lights on his memorial table.

So much pressure is put on society to have the big tree, the decorations and lots of good food. The truth is that so many of us can’t afford to buy the big tree, pay for the electric to light the Christmas lights and affording a big meal with all the trimmings is near impossible.

Poverty doesn’t end at Christmas, if anything it’s amplified for reasons that I’ve already stated.

You do Christmas how you want to do it. Try and ignore the pressure to comply to what everyone expects. If you want to turn the TV off and read a book instead then do it.

If you want to spend Christmas day doing nothing then do it. Be kind to yourself.

I used to put so much pressure upon myself to get everything right for others to see. Loosing my son has made me realise that none of this really matters.

Like many of you I’m going to find Christmas tough, but I will get through it.

So many families are going to be going without the Christmas that they were used to. The pandemic has caused thousands of people to loose their jobs and it’s also resulted in the deaths of thousands of people.

Thousands of families and individuals are newly dependant upon foodbanks to keep them going. It’s not easy asking for help and the food isn’t the best. Hopefully one day it will get better.

How do you explain to your children that Father Christmas can’t come this year? It’s heartbreaking.

What we can do is be there for each other, talk to friends on social media, text or face to face (socially distanced of course).

We will get through this. Lots of love to you all.

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6 thoughts on “Poverty doesn’t end at Christmas”

  1. I hope xmas is bearable for you. It can be such a sad time. At least where I live, in South Wales, there are loads of community groups collecting gifts for children who would otherwise get nothing. It makes me cry to think of it. My dad spent xmas like that as a child in the 1930s. It’s horrifying that bastard tories have made those times of extreme poverty return. Scrooge is alive and well, it seems.

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    1. It’s horrific it really is. In other countries the public would be taking to the streets and taking action. Over here in the UK only a few of us are taking action on a consistent basis.
      The government have worn everyone down leaving people too scared or unable to do anything because of illness and disability, not helped by living in food and fuel poverty and being homeless or forced to live in temporary accommodation

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  2. We’ve not celebrated Christmas for quite a few years now, and since 2017 it’s not been classed as Christmas for us as our Shih-Tzu had 6 puppies, but we lost 4 to pneumonia and another to a tragic accident 4 months later, so we just ended up with one boy, they were born 8pm 25 December, which is now classed as Teddy’s Birthday, not Christmas anymore. Christmas lost it’s meaning decades ago as it’s been comercialised too much.


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