Some Boxing Day Thoughts.

Thinking of all who have lost a loved one at this time of the year. The world keeps celebrating while your heart remembers who isn’t here to celebrate with you. It's hard to believe it's six years ago today since my mother Sheila Rendle nee Todd- Jones ,(8/2/33- 26/12/19) died suddenly. https://teifidancer-teifidancer.blogspot.com/2019/12/poem-for-my-mother-sheila-rendle-nee.html

The season still arrives with lights and decorations, but the warmth she brought can never be replaced. The little things she did, the way she made everyone feel loved, and the comfort of knowing she was there are missed more than ever during this time of year. Yet even in her absence, her love remains. It lives on in the memories she created, the lessons she taught, and the love she shared.

Over time which certainly flies, the grief yields to happy memories, but you always feel the loss of the wisdom, the laughter, and the hugs. Miss her a lot, guess she'd be pleased about the not drinking element of my life , though in her day she could certainly out drink me, bless her, this daughter of a violin playing miner from Ton Pentre, Cwm Rhondda.

The new year will also mark amazingly 9 years since I lost another dear one too, anong many other close friends . Hard not to reflct a tad at this time of year, can safely say head much better nowadays, though I remain human. Anyway have a happy boxing day, a day rooted in gratitude, generosity, and giving thanks. May today be about slowing down, appreciating what you have and sharing kindness and appreciating all those little moments that make life special.

Growing up, I used to think Boxing Day was meant for fighting , but I later learned the real meaning. Traditionally, during Victorian times, wealthy families would box up items they no longer needed and give them to the poor, servants or tradespeople.

At the end of the day Boxing Day is not about what we received, but what we choose to carry forward. After the celebration fades, purpose becomes clearer. This is the day generosity learns to stay, turning compassion into quiet, consistent action, and care into a shared responsibility.

Boxing Day is also the biggest event for the hunting community, even though it’s illegal.Today, the most beautiful of wildlife, will be hunted down by the ugliest of humans. Hopefully this will be the last Boxing Day hunt. Shame on councils that allow these criminal gangs to parade through High streets.

If you been trail hunting / fox hunting this Boxing Day or even just supporting it, you should be ashamed of yourselves. There is nothing more sick and twisted than chasing a fox with a pack of hounds with the sole purpose of tearing it apart for pleasure. The disgusting elitist barbarism of fox hunting is only kept alive by the smokescreen of trail hunts and the pathetic excuse of tradition. Boxing Day hunts aren’t tradition, they’re cruelty.

The sooner these disgusting bloodsports are banned for good, the better. Solidarity with all hunt sabs and monitors who have been working hard this Boxing Day! I stand with the league against cruel sports in calling for the Hunting Act 2004 to be strengthened and animals protected and end this cruelty for good. Peaceful protest against genocide gets you arrested but breaking the law (fox hunting) doesn't even get you a talking to by the police. Work that one out please.

To all my friends, may your day be filled with warmth, peace, and blessings! Remember those that are less fortunate than yourself today . A conscience cannot be truly at peace while those in Gaza face hunger, pain, and cold inside their tents, among destroyed homes and shattered streets. Be their voice and carry their message to the world . Free Palestine.