christmas seems to lose its magic after while. as a kid, i used to scrawl out christmas cards to friends and relatives, i used to run around departmental stores picking out presents, i used to stare out of the car window at the orchard road "lights", i used to love all that christmas jazz. everytime i sent out a card, wrapped a present, wahhed at a hanging decoration, it set off a little christmas-is-coming thrill in my little body. but now, i can't really care. maybe i used to buy into all the commercialisation of christmas, which added to the excitement, but now i don't anymore. doing all the supposed-to-s of christmas didn't excite me anymore, so i stopped doing it.

but really, it's just another day. it's only 24 hours, like any other day. why on earth is there a multi-billion dollar industry built around one random day that, a few hundred years ago, a marketing genius decided should be the biggest day in the world? am i spoiling christmas for you by being such a grouch? i'm sorry.





















i still wish you'd make my christmas come alive, though.

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10:20 PM