christmas is rushing by me, and i’m desperately looking for the button to make it all slow down. every way i look, shops are fascinating with their merry decors, people are toting bags laden with christmas goodies, windows are aglow with thousands of glittering lights and trimmings. am caught up in all of it, and yet, if i could make everything pause, i would. savor the rituals and the symbols and not be a passive participant to all of it. what’s the tree for? and what’s the 12 days of christmas all about? the tinsel, santa claus and gift-exchange?

something tells me that i’m not getting it. it’s not in the gifts, it’s not in the glühwein, not even the advent wreath that adorns our dinner table. for the past years, all christmas means to me is taking a breather from the hustle and bustle of the daily grind, and spending a whole week–from christmas eve til new year– just spending time with the family. at a time and place where people see less and less of their loved ones, i’ve come to appreciate this last week of the year the most, exactly just for this reason. no deadlines to think of, no chore that’s more important than simply being with the family, even if each has his nose buried in his own book. this year, though, am almost dreading the week following christmas. i hope my premonition turns out wrong, but i doubt i’d be able to read more than a couple of pages, if at all.

how about you? no, spare me that spiel about christmas being about the saviour’s birth. there’s nothing about the birth of Christ in christmas trees, cookies and overcharged credit cards. if you’re to be honest, what does christmas really mean to you, personally?

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random find: got extra funds? how does precious metals trading sound like? if i had that kind of money, i think i’d rather be called an “angel”, though.

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