It's late, but I did want to talk about it, and now that it's gone I can probably do it better. January is always a little hard, at least for me, especially this year since I'm not loaded like last year and cutting a swath through the sales. But anyways: despite the cold and a little excess of snow, I love the season. Maybe it's just the Christmas specials, but the month tends to feel different than the others, all glowy and singsong. Even though I hate the LED colour selection, even if our tree, which is very old, is trying its darnedest to fall apart, even if I can never buckle down and watch all of my vast selection of TV Specials, somehow...it's okay. It's not EASY, by any stretch of the imagination. It's hard, really. But whenever I felt down, I kept dredging up the idea that, no matter what, Christmas was still going to come. I was broke, but I had my gifts all bought, and a bubble light nightlight to remind me of the huge tree that once towered over me when I was little. I had my array of Christmas Specials to buoy my spirits. You can usually tell if I'm enjoying myself if I start talking to the movie.
Bits and bobs didn't work out; it wasn't perfect, or even close. But it was still CHRISTMAS! There was a tree in living room, music on the TV, dainties in the fridge, wrapping paper everywhere. 'Somehow or other, it came just the same'. The Christmas Season is just...special. Despite everything, despite everyone. You can always get a moment that just doesn't come at any other time of the year. And once we hit January, well, only 12 more months until next Christmas, right?
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Mimi
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