My Special Christmas
So what is special? I also don’t know. Only once I vividly can remember a special Christmas I had when I was really young, with my cousins and aunties and I got home midnight, after my uncles’ house and after a drive with everyone, almost to the countdown.
I went home with lots of presents. And my mother stood with me, patiently, tired in the dim night at home, both of us, while she watched me happily opening my presents one by one, typically a young little kid! That moment, I felt Christmas and just as well, it was countdown. Just me and my mother sitting in the hall, celebrating our silence Christmas together. To me then, it was special.
and that was about the only time I thought Christmas was really Christmas…