Currently Listening To: All I Want For Christmas Is You by Michael BublΓ©

Last year you told me that Christmas was your favorite season back when you were six years old. How you believed in Santa Claus and all his reindeers and factory elves every time you spotted a gift near your Christmas tree or inside your Santa sock.

But one day you learned that Santa wasn’t real because you caught your father sneak your gift under the Christmas tree. And that ruined all the joy and excitement that Christmas used to give you. The thing that people call the Christmas Spirit.

But you were lucky you know? Because I never believed in Santa as a kid because it was evident to me that he wasn’t real because what kind of person would have that kind of generosity? No one I thought.

And you promised me. You promised me that we’d meet this Christmas. And you didn’t. You actually came early. Three days early. Seeing you wearing a Santa hat as I opened the front door.

And we kissed under the mistletoe under a thousand stars under a moonlight and yet above everything including heaven because we were high in Christmas Spirit.

And I looked at you, and you’re real.

And you looked at me, and you’re six years old again.

Currently Listening To: It’s Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas by Michael BublΓ©

I would like to live in a world where it’s always December. Where there are always Christmas lights hanging around houses and trees. Where there is always giving and receiving and loving and family gatherings. Where happiness and gratitude and food are infinite. And everything just feels so good.

Happy December


Happy December everyone! πŸ™‚Β 

I’m feeling much better this week, and I have a feeling that December would be warm and blissful because of Christmas. Which means giving and receiving gifts and being surrounded by family.Β 

I think I should have a haircut and buy some new clothes because I want to look okay during my favorite season of the year.

At the same time, I’m pushing in finalizing the arrangement of the poems and proses in my poetry collection before the second week of December starts.Β 

It will be about love, loss, depression, and healing. And I will self-publish via Createspace by February next year. So I am really filled with hope because the future seems bright not because of expected success but because of expected learning experience that will help me understand the world of authorship more in the future.Β 

So that’s just about it. Haha. πŸ™‚ It’s actually in this simple happy times in my life that I should remind myself that it wouldn’t always be like this. That life is always changeable. And that is the one constant in this universe. Change. So whatever happens, happens. Because there is always hope despite my depression and anxiety. AndΒ remind myself of one of my favorite phrase or affirmation:

I am forever changed.

I am forever changed.

I am forever changed.

I am forever changed.