I heard, one day, that Santa doesn't exist. It shocked me, like every little kid learning the truth. But it didn't prevent me from believing in the magic of this period. I may not believe in God, but I believe in Christmas. I'm convinced that good things happen on Christmas, and it's a period that generally reminds us that human beings are actually good inside. Sometimes, deep inside, but, yes, they are! It's a time of generosity and warmth. And even the coolest among us start melting when put in the peaceful atmosphere of Christmas, with candels, music, friends and family.
I get highly sensible during those holidays. You know, like when you (you, women) get your period: I can't explain why but it moves something inside me that makes me laugh or cry for every little detail. I become as vulnerable as a little girl I once was ... and sometimes, also, depressive, unfortunately. Especially when my schedule doesn't allow me to enjoy the ambiance. When I'm busy, counting my minutes, working my ass off for university, and work, and etc. This combined with the fact that I'm on my own. I get introspective and start thinking too much. But this can be a good thing sometimes. It brings you back to memories you didn't get the time to think about during the year. Those little rememberings which put a smile on your face and which you should think about more often because they enlight your days. It can also bring back some tears you hold back by pride or to show everyone how strong you are. You might start thinking about those who passed away or who you lost track of, and aren't here with you this time to enjoy Christmas and with whom, you think, you didn't spend enough time when it was still possible. Yes, Christmas is all about this, and more. It's an emotional rollercoaster. Every year, it's the same old song: you wish you could skip your turn, but after the ride, you're just really relieved.
That's what Christmas means to me.
To you, my beloved readers, I wish a very special Christmas. I hope you'll enjoy the ride!
And make the best you can out of the coming year.
With love,
M.
I get highly sensible during those holidays. You know, like when you (you, women) get your period: I can't explain why but it moves something inside me that makes me laugh or cry for every little detail. I become as vulnerable as a little girl I once was ... and sometimes, also, depressive, unfortunately. Especially when my schedule doesn't allow me to enjoy the ambiance. When I'm busy, counting my minutes, working my ass off for university, and work, and etc. This combined with the fact that I'm on my own. I get introspective and start thinking too much. But this can be a good thing sometimes. It brings you back to memories you didn't get the time to think about during the year. Those little rememberings which put a smile on your face and which you should think about more often because they enlight your days. It can also bring back some tears you hold back by pride or to show everyone how strong you are. You might start thinking about those who passed away or who you lost track of, and aren't here with you this time to enjoy Christmas and with whom, you think, you didn't spend enough time when it was still possible. Yes, Christmas is all about this, and more. It's an emotional rollercoaster. Every year, it's the same old song: you wish you could skip your turn, but after the ride, you're just really relieved.
That's what Christmas means to me.
To you, my beloved readers, I wish a very special Christmas. I hope you'll enjoy the ride!
And make the best you can out of the coming year.
With love,
M.
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