So, Christmas come and gone again. It doesn’t hold the same lustre it once did. Every year, we try to capture its essence, but that’s an elusive thing. It’s never the same as it once was, and no playing of seasonal songs and carols can call it forth. It was always a feeling. Anticipation of the 4am reconnaissance missions, being nestled in, being cozy on a cold winter’s night. But lately it’s winter in name only. Yesterday it smelled and felt more like Spring.
It’s difficult to keep looking at Christmas with the eyes of a child when you’re not a child anymore.
