Exactly 12am meaning that is exactly December. December! I’m cuddled up writing in bed which I haven’t done in so long. I’ve written on park benches, fountain steps, and plane seats but I don’t think I’ve written in bed since the night before I left. It’s cozy. I’m listening to Christmas music and trying to keep my eyes from falling asleep. Isn’t it crazy to think that there’s only one month of the year left? I think that’s crazy. And what a crazy December it will be too. I’ll be in Europe! How many Decembers do you think I’ll be in Europe for during my lifetime? For all I know, this could be the only one in my entire life. Maybe I’ll at last be able to have a white Christmas..!
As it’s December, I’ve been thinking about Christmas and how everyone seems to say that Christmas time brings back tender childhood memories. Christmas makes us child-like again – with eyes that are bright and full of wonder. That sounds a little sad to me. Why does growing up have to mean we become a little more cynical and hard-hearted throughout the rest of the year? I hope that doesn’t happen to me.
If only there was a way we could keep the magic alive all year round. There’s just something magical about an abundance of red coats walking down the street, frosted window panes, doors clad in wreaths with red bows, and the way the world is lit up in fairy lights. I wish there was a way we could somehow preserve it so that we could feel Christmas all the time. It’s inspiring how the whole world goes out of its way to be bright and merry when the sun goes down and to welcome family and friends with turkey dinners and glasses of wine.
“I will honour Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year.”
– A Christmas Carol, Charles Dickens
I suppose everyone loves Christmas because Christmas is love. Love is such a hard word to define, but I think that if someone were to say “Excuse me, what is love?” and you replied “Christmas,” he would know exactly what you meant. It’s rather a shame that we wait until a month on a calendar to celebrate it with such spirit and vigour. There must be a way to feel Christmas all year round. Perhaps I shall ask a child. Most of the adults seem to have forgotten.