Might seem strange, though I really like Christmas. Not for it's ridiculous often tacky decorations, not for those carols that you have heard a million times that elicit that socially expected irritated reaction, but actually fill you with a secret nostalgia, not even for the Snow Maple Lattes at Starbucks or gingerbread cookies, Christmas is when myself and those around me suddenly, miraculously remember that there is more to life. More than exams, more than work, more than washing clothes and doing dishes, more than new possessions or fashions, more than earning more, or less the previous year or the general daily grind, there is love. There is always love, though like Mothers Day, Fathers Day and Birthdays, we seek to set a certain time with which to celebrate it. Christmas is a whole week or so when people actually decide that there is time to celebrate and suddenly they realize, they rediscover the beauty in the world. Love is the beauty in the world. Love is what we love and beauty is manifest of that mind state. I love you all.
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