Thee year of the Gav

Good morning,  its 6:57 sorry 6:58 on a Saturday morning, I'm sat in a Starbucks. I'm drinking their Christmas blend of filter coffee, they are playing Christmas music. Their Christmas music is different, its light hearted pop/ cover versions. The cast of Casualty sing like Bing, that sort of thing. It's music sung by familiar voices but people I can't name anymore. It's that awkward time of year, the cusp between people thinking it's too early to celebrate but more and more people are doing it so it seems easier to join in and I'm okay with that. There is a Christmas tree in the corner and all of the cups have a festive face on. The corporation is clearly focused at this time of year, but it seems to go deeper than that. Whether it is down to me being up before the sun or the caffeine in the yuletide blend or Starbucks customer service something is stirring in me. Maybe its the nostalgia of Christmases past. Maybe its just Cobham. Whatever ever it is, this big cynic (Me) is turning soft.  It is Christmas and people start to smile a bit easier, they start to think about others a bit more and try to be the people they always wanted to be. I'm not a fan of 6:57 or 6:58 for that matter, but I am a fan of nice, people being nice and people realising that they have been nice to (I'm not sure that makes sense)
I hope you have a lovely end of 2014 and a cracking beginning to 2015, I hope you are able to see the people that make you feel good and I hope that I get to see you, if I am one of those people to you. Best wishes Gav