Christmas has always been my favourite season. There is nothing like the cheer, the cold warmth and the spirit of Christmas. Christmas to me isn't about the Birth of Christ. It has nothing to do with Christ and Christianity for me.
Christmas for me, is about Santa Claus and the promise of goodness. About five year old me, sitting on my bed at night telling Santa with all my heart, that I was a little naughty, but I promise I've been good too. Christmas is the perfect way to end the year, and start the new a few days later. It means carols and singing, chocolates and friends, cakes and rum, wine and cheese and so much cheer.
The air around Christmas is different. It's sweet and almost candy flavoured, and if you listen close enough, I swear you hear the bells ringing!
If I could, make a wish this Christmas, then I do. And while the contents of that wish lie between the Universe and I [and well, a few privileged others] I blow out my wish, into the candy flavoured Christmas air this year, and as I see it travel with my chocolate truffle-ed eyes I hope that this time around, Santa really comes to my rescue.
Merry Christmas Everyone.
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