Today I'm going to tell you a little bit about Christmas and me. I love Christmas, but (since I'm not a child anymore) it's just like any other day for me. A miserable, and really miserable, day. In short, nothing special. Nevertheless, I don't hate Christmas because I really love Christmas films, the advent calendar, presents, good husbands and, of course, the Christmas tree and the lights (I look forward to them every year).
But Christmas is also a horrible day for me, when nothing special happens, when I was a kid it was the happiest day for me, but the older I got the less I liked it, or not liked it. Nevertheless, it is a magical day for me. At Christmas time everything seems so magical to me as if miracles exist. I feel like I'm in a movie or a Christmas series. I really love the chill and a certain inner warmth that I really can't describe.
Christmas, if I could be in any genre of film or series I would really love to be in a Christmas film. Or I could just live in that film. But you know, my life is a Christmas movie. Yeah I know it sounds too fantastical and not feasible but that would be great. Well, I love summer too, of course, but anyway, if I had to decide between winter and summer I would prefer winter, because Christmas is really great.
In my house, nothing really happens and it is a normal day. But there is other stuff going on everywhere. Why would I be at home on that day? I like to be cold and warm. I love snowflakes and the winter landscape. I read somewhere that snowdrops are winter butterflies and I agree!
In short, I love Christmas and I do not love Christmas. The conclusion is that I love it immensely. There is so much that is beautiful about it and it does not compare to my misery on that day at home!
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