the most wonderful time.

I get pretty sentimental at Christmas Eve. That's because despite the years and not having celebrated Christmas the old-fashioned style for a long long while, I was fortunate enough to have a few years having a christmas tree and glistening wrapped presents. Waking up on Christmas Day all excited not just because there's a gift specially waiting for you, but that the day is magic simply because everyone believes so.

I would be lying if I told you I don't dream about those times anymore. But I've come to accept that this special moments are now meant to be carried on to my little tykes in the future. And I get to play Santa this time round. And despite the somewhat terrifying stories my married colleague tells me, despite thinking about soiled diapers and sleepless nights and zero time and energy for romance or life in any form, I still want to be able to look at their hopeful eyes, and give them something to remember. Something good to hold on to when the world goes crazy on them, and something worth passing on.

Merry Christmas everyone. Play nice and be nice to someone. You never know what kinda fond memories you can leave if you choose to love a little.


. arigato .