The best thing about christmas season are the bright coloured lights, beautifully decorated christmas trees, christmas carols and the pretty paper they sell for wrapping gifts. I'm never a victim of commercialised christmas, but it does help in keeping spirits up during this dreadful month. Dreadful, because you are either extremely happy or sad, this month. Sure, it's bonus season, meaning, more mullah going around - but sometimes, when being nostalgic, it can tug really hard at our emotional health.
Frankly, even before we actually set foot in the month of December, I feel my heart being tugged so much, it pains me.
I have given thought to my best friend, who perished in a car accident some 15 years ago - never got to say good-bye to her.
I have given thought to my grandmother, whom I dreamt about just 2 days ago - without her, I would probably never have grown up right.
I have given thought to my favourite cat, whose heart just stopped right where I sit every evening - the cat with the worst attitude, yet the most loving of all.
I have given thought to the sadness I feel, in the souls of a lot of people, yet, not be able to fix it.
I have given thought to a sweet, old man, who didn't have anyone to see him off, so I ended up scattering his ashes for him.
Too many thoughts.
These are not unhappy thoughts, they just tug the strings of my heart so much, every December.
To balance this, I need lots of pretty paper.
Pretty paper to draw smiles.
Pretty ribbons to tie happiness in.
Pretty paper, that is a symbol of love, laughter and joy.
It doesn't matter what's beneath the paper - its looking at the pretty paper, that brings a smile to any face.
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