The joy of Christmas. A definition.

Today, I’m glad.

I am glad for the memories I have made in the last days, for the family and friends I have had during the holidays, for the light and joy that has surrounded me during the days of Christmas that almost past.

As I grew older, my enthusiasm for winter holidays was lost. It’s not necessarily a thing to enjoy. And I really wanted to get it back. I wanted to go back to the butterflies in my stomach that I felt every time I heard whistles, smelled of cakes and cakes or heard about a dream night.

This year, I succeeded. Because this year I left the stress aside, I chased the chase for the perfect gifts and focused on giving my loved ones moments. After all, Christmas means unity, warmth, family. It means sharing moments with your loved ones, which you can take and turn them into smiles and joy in memories.

And today, when I write the story of the last days, it looks like this …

Day one. December 24th.

I woke up in the smell of cinnamon and the sound of bells. I drank my coffee on carols, contemplating the last year in front of the fir tree. Then I focused my attention on the last preparations before the arrival of the first carolers. I prepared the tables with snacks, arranged the last details and decorations and spoiled myself.

I got a smile from my dad, a perfume and a chocolate.

Day two. December 25th.

The road to grandparents is free and fast. I haven’t seen him in a long time, but my energy increases as we get closer to the village where, I can say, I have grown much of my life. We got out of the car and approached the door, trying to decide what song to sing. Grandpa steals our moment of decision and welcomes us, inviting us rather to a discussion in the heat of the stove.

I received the gift of a gentle face with some of the most blue eyes I have ever seen, a wise advice and two hours with my grandfather. I’m satisfied.

Day three. December 26th.

The quiet of the holidays has dissipated, and the world begins, slowly, slowly, to resume its normal course. I go out for a coffee with a friend I haven’t seen in a long time. We mourn high school memories and laugh heartily. Yes, Christmas means even more free time for your loved ones, whom you do not get to see in the tumult of ordinary days. It’s a good time, where you forget about schedules and time.

In the evening he finds me from house to house, carols with a group of friends. Maybe I should sleep, but I force myself to survive and stay awake, to take as many moments as I can for my happy memories.

I received stories, moments with friends and a hot chocolate as a gift. It’s good.

Day four. December 27th.

I recover after last night and, accompanied by a hot mint tea, I read a book about the Templars. My cat sleeps at my feet, sucking from time to time in my sleep. About five o’clock I am preparing to go on a visit to the theater teacher. I know that an almost sleepless night awaits me again.

I received in fun, a game, a dance and a good cheer.

Day five. December 28th.

In the morning he finds me back home, writing these lines to you, trying to give a definition of Christmas. The truth is that although many stories have been written and written about this holiday, it is defined by the person who wears it. To me it means unity, family, restlessness, warm moments with your loved ones, hot chocolate and boiled wine, cake and cakes. For you it can mean anything else – the secret is, however, to define it in such a way as to feel its magic to its true extent.

So, what was your Christmas?