I love Christmas time!
For 61 years, Christmas time has been about getting together, to give, to receive, to share, to holiday, to laugh, to relax. It's a time of hope, refreshing and reinvigorating the spirit, the body and the soul.
So, it was a huge surprise to me 15 years ago when my sister-in-law had adopted five of her sister-in-law's children, all boys, all under the age of 13 years, who had never experienced a Christmas, let alone a Christmas dinner, ever.
They had never received presents and they had never celebrated each other's birthdays. They didn't even know what was going on. Their father had committed suicide and their mother was in rehab. And this is the tragedy of Christmas that brings huge stress and pressure on parents and whanau who live in destitute states, and we, the neighbours, the whanau, the community carry on as though they didn't exist.
There must be many families and whanau out there dreading Christmas because of the expectations and stresses that lead to denial, or worse, domestic violence. These families normally suffer in silence and alone, but are well known to social agencies.