In the last couple of years I didn't really feel the spirit of Christmas, so to speak. It was kind of an arbitrary business, a nuisance. Most of the time I didn't even wrap the presents, just put them in a gift bag. For some reason I always have some from other people, and then I sort of recycle them, meaning that I use them again and again and never buy one myself. I was afraid that I'd feel just as bitter and disappointed, but something has changed. Even though I had to run on errands a lot, spent a lot, stood in lines a lot, I feel so good inside. I don't care much about the exact date of Christmas and what might happen then because I'm already sort of, well, happy.
I've found out that after all, Christmas is not about traffic jams and pointless honking, crowded trams and shopping sprees, kitschy decoration, and the hardly-suppressed urge to kill whoever happens to be the nearest. Christmas is about making a list (and checking it
twice a hundred times). Christmas is shopping with Sis. Christmas is wrapping presents in a variety of colourful papers well into the night. Christmas is eating biscuits hot from the oven. Christmas is the smell of nutmeg, ginger, cinnamon, and clove. Christmas is carefully chosen wrapping papers, gift cards, and personal gifts. Christmas is the rush of productivity. Christmas is listening to good old
Frank Sinatra (and a bit of
Mariah Carey, I admit). Christmas is sending surprise presents by snail mail. Christmas is sipping tea and having long conversations. Christmas is making love like it's the last night of the world (even if it isn't). Christmas is joy in being alive.
I hope you feel the same way too. And here are some pics to get you in the mood, sort of.
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| Nutcracker fest |
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| Gingerbread collection (for my boyfriend's colleagues) | |
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| Everything ready |
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P.S.
This performance totally enchanted me.
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