Stepping towards Yuletide. Emotionally.

A large portion of my time is spent in Belfast's Victoria Square.

I had to pass through the crowds on Friday.  Forty per cent of them were stationary Christmas Trees that are simple and pretty.  The rest of the crowd were young, free and enjoying whatever the latest Twilight film had taught them.

With working at the nearby cinema, my exhaustion was starting to kick in.

And it could have been very easy for me to kick up.

The amount of hours I've been working is close to vast.  And that's maybe what causes distress when I see hundreds of everyone else enjoy themselves.  Hopefully my holiday time booked off from the cinema will relieve me.

I do have a large book collection to try to read.

Some things about Chris Gray never change.  Resorting to books will always be a staple in my lifestyle.

Is it me or am I the only single person left?  It certainly feels like that.  Certainly not a complaint.  If anything I like to think it gives me that state of individuality I was always meant to uphold.

Despite the long shifts and the lack of social life, I have had small items of pleasure.  A haircut.  My first Mince Pie of the cold season.  Sleep is better.

Although am still tired.  Which made church a little difficult this week.

Ideas of a faith I once had are still being bounced about.  You really do need to be a child to believe in God. Which is maybe why we all long for that time when summer days stretched out to eons.  Where at Christmas you could feel the magic sprinkle down the chimney at night.

Often I could be criticized for believing in God.  There's something fluffier and more sentimental about it.

It's either that or watch the Christmas 24 channel.