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Sunday, December 28, 2008


Christmas isn't Christmas till it happens in your heart.

I read that quote in one of the Straits Times columns today, and I was pretty impressed by how it struck me. I guess Christmas has always meant something to me every year, be it good or bad. And even though I didn't look forward to its coming last year, it's arrival did eventually bring about some warmth and hope. What hope it brought about exactly, I can't say, but I remember that tingling feeling in Turkey when I looked at my watch and realised that back home it was exactly midnight. Even though it happened while I was on a long bus trip, with nothing but dark and cold skies to greet me beyond the glass windows of the coach, I felt so elated that I went round wishing everybody around me.

This year was different. Since I've been counting down ever since BMT ended, I've been eagerly awaiting Christmas. Not because of the fact that it means I'm closer to the end, nor the fact that the public holiday means a day away from work, but I guess I needed something positive to restore whatever joy that has been sucked out of me over the last few months. That renewed faith that I sorely lack. Truth be told, without my friends, and definitely the choir, I doubt I would have survived this mad year that is coming to a close. Gosh, I can't thank them enough.

Christmas isn't Christmas till it happens in your heart. But my heart's gonna break when we take down the Christmas tree. Garh, it happens every year. ):

Mumbled @ {11:01 PM}
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