Just got a 1.5litre bottle of Asti Martini for Christmas from one of my aunts. Whoooo-yeah, gonna love drinking this stuff down with a smile on my tingling face. This Christmas season feels good. Not like those previous years.
Last year, though it was a fun party, there was an overcast feeling of foreboding trouble. I don't really know how to explain it. All I can really put into words is, back then, there seemed to be a silent war going on which not everyone was privy to.
This year, things are great!
The family is happy and sharing stories. The kids are a riot, playing with everything from Yu-Gi-Oh cards to small battery-operated piano boards with toy microphones. There's this huge three foot inflatable ball with small spike-like bumps (they remind me of them studded condoms) that seems a big hit with the toddlers.
Great food! Divine wine! And lots of laughs and laughs and laughs and laughs...
It's Christmas, alright.
We started the party with a birthday cake. It had around forty candles, one for each century of Jesus Christ's presence in the world. The kids all sang around it to start the party. A tad too religiously strange for my taste, but hey it was fun.
Still, I wish I could spend Christmas with all my friends.
As well as those whom I used to be friends with.