• Sure, Christmas Eve is one of the most exciting and thrilling moments, but, for me it begins in the beginning of winter. When everything is cold, it begins.

    No, it's not the carols which I love to sing and participate in.
    Neither is it the people rushing about, social opportunities appearing everywhere.
    It's the thing that lies in all of us.

    When you wake up on Christmas day it's there,
    it is also there when you laugh.

    No it is not the warm feeling you get when you laugh or wake up on Christmas.
    And it is most not the people who love you.

    It's the white stuff that comes quickly and expectedly and leaves when it's warm.

    No it is not snow, or the snowballs and snowmen that dissapear when they're thrown or when the sun comes out.
    It is not the man who comes down the chimmney to give you presents.

    It is the final thing that gives life.
    I love it,
    it is my favorite thing about the holidays.
    I love it so!

    But I am sad when winter and it itself ends.

    It is the winter breath that comes when you breath and the cold and warm mix.
    It can become anything.

    A dragon's fumes.
    A whispering ghost.
    Or just beautiful exhalation.

    But wether it's just breath or a fantasy thing, I love it.

    And I am sad when it leaves, finally, its last winter breath.