The door opened, I greeted my Grandpa a Merry Christmas. My eyes still finding her, I ran to the backyard, and there she was; sitting on her rocking chair, knitting some sweaters for me and my brother. Granny chuckled seeing me as if she was waiting for me for so long, opened her arms to grab me and hugged me as tight as she could. The wool roll fell from her lap and rolled over towards me. I was at home again and so was my childhood.
As I grow old, my christmas list gets smaller and the things I really want for the holidays can't be bought. Where luxury was my desire, I now crave for inner peace. Where outer beauty was my priority, now I know that the world seeks inner beauty the most. Hence, Christmas not just forms our character but brings out the best in us.
And here I sit down under the light of a table lamb, thinking about an iceberg and how people condemn me based on what I am right now, besides; what the world sees is just a tiny facet of the iceberg(hardwork, failures and success) hidden from sight.
When the snow falls and the white spreads, a part of me still wants to go out and catch the ice which falls from the roof shed in my garden and calls out my childhood back. For those memories of my past, will always be pure and inscribed in my heart.
" I love the scents of winter! For me, it's all about the feeling you get when you smell pumpkin spice, cinnamon, nutmeg, gingerbread and spruce."