In the whirl of social events of various sorts leading into the festive season, those of us who have commitments and obligations to help in evoking the right atmosphere can be rushed off our feet.

There have been several times in the last few days when I found myself struggling to find the appropriate words to express what I’m feeling or thinking, when I’ve been involved in conversations with the folks I’ve met. In those moments, I have wondered about the way my brain has been working? Is mental fatigue setting in?

Many committed Christians like to remind us about what they regard as the reason for the season, but I remember reading in the past that Jesus might not have been born on the 25th of December. It was during the era of the Holy Roman Empire that it was decided to shift the commemoration of his birth to a time in the year that was already marked as a festive season by faiths that were practised by communities all over Europe, since it coincided with the Winter Solstice.

Interpretations of how to celebrate this time of the year are varied. I am conscious of the fact that people of my heritage are more inclined towards the happy clappy side of things in moments of communal worship. I enjoy extroverted celebrations as much as many others.

I also enjoy the sort of communion that is quiet and reflective, however. In fact, I’m looking forward to the time when the streets of London shall be quiet and I’ll be able to take long walks in silence.