morgueville,heartland living.

i used to love christmas before i acquired some bitter sort of teen angst a couple of good years ago. back then, christmas was all about getting new swatch watches, new hot wheels, new creepy crawlies sets for presents. it was about the tropical version of winter. cool, collected wind, sometimes moist weather. those kind when you just snuggle into the warm comfort of your blanket. waking up and watch disney on ice, and macaulay culkin in home alone. and running to the church beside my house for midnight mass. family kodak moments at the orchard road light up.

then there was a time, i just couldn't be bothered with christmas. to me, it was pure commercial gimmick ripping us off the money with expensive gifts. 'commerical' with the capital ©. and then there was others. the eternal annoyance for insincere twits who presented belgium chocolates and unwrapped leftover gifts from last christmas. talking about the thoughts that counts.

yet secretly, i still harboured the wanting of receiving.

of course, i grew out of the whole phase altogether. had christmas dinners with really close friends. (one for the memory lane has got to be the one at snoopy place and we got food poisoned!) the jingle bells. the christmas trees. mariah carey's all i want for christmas is you. love actually.

some things in life have no currency. good health. loyal constant friends. and the unmistakenable hint of happiness that comes from knowing that someone loves you, even if that love is expressed with pairs of socks. the christmas spirit? you don't really need to look very far. because it's always been here. right here in your heart.


merry christmas.©