It is the best time of the year. Christmas trees assembled up on the first week of December, on the streets and in the malls. We build up excitement towards today, prepping up for the jingle and the party. A month of celebration, we gather with our friends and family to have some fun. Together we count our blessings, have a cup of hot cocoa in hand, and enjoy the holiday ambiance.
It is my favorite time of the year. We wake up knowing it is the most beautiful day of the year. Once the clock chimes at twelve, through the night and into the early morning, we fill our hearts with love and express our gratitude with smiles and words that resemblances ‘I Love You’ and ‘Thank You’. We wear happiness on our sleeves, eat to our heart’s content, and settle with a good cup of hot coffee. This is Christmas and it certainly feel so. Bells jingles, Christmas hits playing over the stereo, hands trembling out of excitement over the presents we have received. Oh, Santa has finally arrived in the town. (Just for a day!)
The table decorated with various kinds of food and desserts – sausages and pizzas, turkey and ham, tossed salad and sushi, champagnes and wines. We always leave the Christmas log cake for the end. We’ll enjoy the food, talk and laugh out loud, appreciate the hanging decorations and the Christmas tree that stood in the corner with presents loaded underneath, and then stuffing ourselves for the second round. Maybe there’ll be a third and fourth. Sometimes this ends up as a punishment, to finish up the remaining scraps of food. Not participating isn’t an option.
In the evening, the room was dimly lit with warm lights, purposefully so to grant the spotlight to the humbly decorated Christmas tree that’ll show itself only in December. Settling down on the comfy bed, we chose a movie on Netflix that revolves around a Christmas theme (The Princess Switch). Because it’ll never be a white Christmas where I’m at, it was an added bonus whenever snowy landscapes flashes on the screen. It was a heartwarming film filled with romance and fantasy, and also a hint of comedy. A happy ending, for a happy occasion.
And when the night comes, we know it’ll soon come to an end. The wait till the next Santa’s visit will be long. It’s hard to say goodbye to this day, but we know there’ll be a next time. So till then, and till the next meeting, we’ll fight the days in between, with the warmth that we have felt, with the memories that we have come to share, and for the love we have been gracefully blessed with.
That was my Christmas. How was yours like?
Thank you for reading. Merry Christmas!