No matter how fed up we are of shopping. No matter how tired we are of the long year. No matter how sick we are of all the consummerism. No matter how bothered we are by all the useless clichés. No matter what, at Christmas we remember our better part, our humanity.
I love Christmas. I love the fact that there's a time in the year when we all mean well, we all make sincere wishes, we all want to let our feelings show. A time when we forget our masks. A time when even the worn-out and over-used clichés make sense.
And we are all of us united in the same feelings. We are all a union of souls making the exact same things. We want to celebrate the family. We want to show our love to our beloved ones. We want peace. We all know we over shop, but we shop for those we love. We want to give. Sometimes words are not enough and so we give to watch people smile and to say we thought about them.
My Christmas is a time of joy and reunion. A time of warm (even if sometimes painful) memories. And each Christmas is always special because we are together, because we love one another, because we have a past together. And just being together is so special...
This year I would also like to wish all of you in blogspace (a space I invaded so recently) a very Merry Christmas in the happiness of home and family, away from pain and full of light. Merry Christmas everybody!
Mutti, Du bist unsere Stern im Himmel! Wir vermissen und lieben Dich, noch, immer, und immer mehr. Du bist hier mit uns...