Wishing you a happy Christmas

On a mid-week day before Christmas I passed this little tree in the heart of the City of London. It was a quiet day, workers held at home by railstrikes.

The tree stood outside St Helen’s Bishopsgate. The old church (1210 according to its website) is surrounded by the towering hustle of tall, proud, concrete buildings. In this clearing at their feet the green tree, with its ‘merry Christmas’ sign, blinked cheerfully.

I hope it’s still there.

Many, many thanks for your company this year, and very best wishes for a brave and hopeful 2023!

Georgie

Wishing you all a very Merry Christmas”

Copyright Georgie Knaggs & The Phraser 2022

Wrapping up for Christmas

Wrapping up for Christmas

Thank you for looking in on The Phraser this past year.

2019 has been hectic, with much writing, but not all of it on the blog. In the background I am trying to write more fiction – some short pieces and possibly even a novel. I’m not sure whether the plan will come to anything, but I am enjoying the process, and I hope to be able to put more ‘creative writing’ on The Phraser next year.

Meanwhile, we have left London for a few weeks over Christmas. There will be plenty of family coming and going, which means lots of everything … but not much time for writing.

I hope that, wherever you are, there will be time to pause and to talk … and to be together.

Wishing everyone a happy end to the year, and all the best for 2020.

Hope to see you in January!

Copyright Georgie Knaggs & The Phraser 2019

2015 – Christmas in Naples, Italy, from the outside

A look back (first published on 24 December 2015): Christmas in Naples – different but not so different.

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A Christmas light by the San Paolo football stadium in Naples, Italy A Christmas light by the San Paolo football stadium in Naples, Italy

The sun shines in Naples and the streets are full.  Many are just out for the occasion, to watch and be watched, and others to shop, to sell, to beg, to walk the dog.

It’s definitely Christmas but it never stops being Naples – nothing is drowned in jingles or jolliness.

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