It appears to be a period, which contains a never-ending stretch of festivities. It seems to be a phase that could be representative of a season filled with celebration. It feels like a month, which puts no end to one's imagination of a gleaming world, with serenity at its peak and love around every corner. Beyond any doubt, it is that time of the year.
As a child, I would look forward to every aspect of December. Be it reaching home late because of the intense snowball fights after school that would usually end up as ice brick terrors, gazing at all the lights scattered around the whole city even though the setting religiously stays the same, or watching the first Christmas markets being assembled regardless of becoming overcrowded and suffocating at times, December was thrilling through the eyes of a younger me. Cut to now, where I am patiently awaiting the first snowflakes of this year, noticing the distinct lights across my new city of choice while comparing them to my younger illuminations, and witnessing tourists relishing their first of many holiday treats, which, somehow, makes me long for the childhood taste of oil-soaked Langos and sugary Punsch at the next best Christmas stall.
I am clearly someone who recalls memories around this time of the year. I like looking back to the things which were normal to me at one point and are more than acknowledged presently. The thoughts bring a smile to my face and that is not without reason. They involved people I adore. They included places that shaped me. They are simply a part of me and that is to the extent of me innately taking that bit wherever I go and connecting that with whatever I see. In one way or another, December manages to unwrap the gift of childhood in me.
These recollections are in reminiscence but also with a lot of gratitude. It is my yearning for the enchanting memories I have. But at the same time, it is me being thankful that those recollections cast my mind back to the bliss I was entitled to and brought a sense of warmth to myself. Because, it is those recalls, that first remind me of the small but big blessings of life. But, I am aware that my life holds a multitude of memories that are in the process of being collected as well. And the most beautiful part about each of those memories is that they are going to offer me comfort which can overshadow my cravings for childhood. Each of those memories is taking me one step closer to valuing the people, the surroundings, and the experiences I have been fortunate to have, then and now. That is why I am looking forward to seeing the gleaming world from another perspective. I am delighted to witness lights, which are foreign but also soothing to me. And more than that, I am eager for the small but big blessings shaping my life at this very moment and each one to follow.
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