Season greetings
I don't know what it is with me and Christmas. I would be much better off telling you i hate the season and i think it's all a money-driven operation disguised under supposedly warm feelings. But what can i say, i can't wait for that time of year again.

Granted, i despise the publicity with the silly jingles. I loathe the fact that we (still) live at Sol, right in the freakin' centre of the city, where the lights, the tacky cardboard bells and the massive crowds have already invaded us. I hate the buying urge. And i'm not particularly fond of the religious story behind it.

All the crap around us. And then i turn a corner and stop in front of a cute little window in a shop. Some lights and just the perfect christmassy touch in the decoration. I become an eight year-old again, and i see my two pigtails reflected in the glass. I think of the delicious dinners soon to be cooked up at the Mountain House, the colour theme packaging i'll be using this year, the look in M&m's eyes when they open their first present in the morning.

I like Christmas crackers, decadent Christmas carols, Christmas greetings, Christmas trees. I like the fact that this year i'll be sharing it all with him and a quite noticeable belly. I don't know what it is with me and Christmas.