I love this month, mostly because every year I hope to have “that magic” you see in the movies or in cartoons (I tend to daydream and wait for the reality to hit me in the face). Also because it reminds me of the few nice memories I have from all the past years.
I remember until the age of 10 the snowy street full of kids and sledges, THE snowball fight, cookies, singing carols and receiving pretzels, tangerines, sometimes even “snow white cookie”. Apples, nuts and so on. I remember coming home with a bag full of this and just emptying it on the bed in my mom screams that I’m making a mess…. Of course I was ignoring her because I was very happy and I wanted to tell her the story of every cookie received.
I remember discovering the x-mass fairs and buying books, candles, ornaments… going to the movies … drinking hot cocoa or wine (depends on the bar and company)..Seeing the city lights.
I remember enjoying the first snow with people dear to me…
And this, pretty much, sums it up…but it keeps me hoping that “that magic” is out there somewhere … not yet for me though.
