The first time I opened my eyes and realized it’s the first day of December, I instantly felt something I didn’t feel last year and that’s excitement. I mean real, bubbling, peaceful excitement. One that hums in my chest like a beautiful christmas song. The most exciting part is that it was playing somewhere in the background of my thoughts this morning.
It’s the first of December, and the air already smells festive. This isn’t really because I've come across decorations, I haven’t even put up a single one myself, and I honestly don’t know if I will. Neither is it because of lights or jingles or scented candles. But because something inside me decided to glow a little today.
I inhaled the morning air and it felt sweet and familiar and comforting. It filled me with gladness and that I am holding onto like a gift.
It’s funny that last year, December came and went, and I felt nothing. There was no spark or anticipation. Not even the vague warmth that usually comes with the season. It was as though the month passed me by while I remained untouched, unlit, unmoved.
But this year? It feels different. Although I didn’t really accept this year with open arms, I am glad that I am alive to witness a December like this one.
I might not decorate my space, but I’ll definitely get myself something. Maybe something small but something that will remind me years from now about this year’s festivity. I think the best Christmas, sometimes, doesn’t come from putting up trees or hanging ornaments. The best is one that starts quietly inside you, in the morning light of a new month.
So this is me, cheering to a December that already feels like itself. Jollying to a joy returning slowly and to the festive air I’m breathing in but can’t quite explain but deeply appreciate.
Happy New Month.
May December be kind to you. Happy holly-days.🎄