When I was around 6 years old, I remember getting a hint of Christmas fast approaching just by smelling the chill in the air. It was my sign, that the happiest time of the year is almost upon us and that I would soon receive a ton of gifts from my family and godparents. Naturally, I get excited every time I get a whiff of that cold air.
As I grew older though, the air and my enthusiasm sort of waned. I try to sniff as hard as I could but can't get that feeling back again..
And now this Christmas feels extra heavy...
I wish that somehow the season can work some of its magic on people who are somewhat jaded. How I wish that they will open their hearts a little bit more and learn to forgive.
Life is short. We don't know just how many more Christmas-es are left for us. Why not forget our differences and accept other people in our hearts. We are all the same people.
No more labels. No more criticism. No more hate.
Love, love, love.
Merry Christmas.
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