Winter wonderland

 What makes Christmas special? I often ask myself that. Growing up, I've been this warm child with a vibrant view of the world, echoing with voices of joy and energy; radiating from myself and to my closest companions. As the cold wind glows amidst the air, Christmas songs resonate through the surrounding; a form of sonorous hymn. A beam light shines through the dullness of this year. It is the day where our savior was born. Remarkable experiences were made onto this special day. Spending time with your family, going on a trip, giving and receiving presents, and last but not the least, carolling—to go about outdoors in a group singing Christmas carols. From my perspective, these are my serendipitous moments. I grasp the passion of myself opening my gifts—adrenaline rush, dawdling through my body, and a sense of gratefulness fulfills my heart. I reflect on myself, to the countless blessings that I have, and to the people who have helped me shape myself, to redesign my life to be able to fully reach my full potential and live to the fullest. I would like to extend my sincere gratitude. I am aware that words can never adequately convey it, yet here I am, continuously attempting to imagine and communicate these inexpressible emotions 

One particular Christmas is more memorable to me because of its humble and non ostentatious nature. Perhaps it was one of the years where our family income was quite restrained. Memories are what we created as we did not shower each other with presents. It was a day when we worked together to ornament a modest live Christmas tree, that made our living room warm with a lovely smell of pine. My young brother, who's 3 years old, was so eager to help that he would insist it. His tiny fingers were all over the baubles and once in a while he would drop some which amused us all to no end. Of all the gifts, it was then, the sound of that laughter reverberating around that tiny space which stood out as the best gift.

That day we shared the same social dynamics but exchanged cheap items instead of giving one another expensive gifts, we had home made lasagna and apple pie baked by my grandmother as a light meal. The thick smoke from the fire, the good smell of the food and the togetherness was worth a lot more than all the materialistic valuables that were out there. This was the Christmas which had its own charm in terms of experiences, tranquil moments, unlike the previous Christmases that were one dressed up for and were full of rush due to the ridiculously high number of gifts. But in that very simplicity I was able to understand the real meaning of Christmas, which is love and the bond of family.

This made me realize that Christmas is not concerned with the quantity of presents, or the extent of the festivities. It concerns the amount of time that is spent with relatives, the moments

Reference 

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