Finally, the day has come. Christmas has arrived, and I felt inclined to blog about it. Eventhough it is only the Eve, I felt - one should blog on such a day.

Mum's cooking up a big feast, with the help of my uncle to cater approximately 30 people tonight, in our rather small 38th floor apartment. They have been cooking since yesterday, and I admire their work and strength to continue with it for one night.

I wonder, is there some kind of Christmas spirit that overcomes us during the weeks that follow up to this one very special day?

Christmas parties are organised early, not only to make sure friends and family can make it on that day, and not only to rid the idea of getting extra gifts (because big dinners make it up just fine) - but to celebrate Christmas just the way they imagined it with loved ones and close friends. Many more write lists of presents to buy, and even set out to physically buy them - you know, just before the season really hits town, causing major difficulty in parking lots and stress in getting around in a sea of moving, shuffling bodies in shopping centres. Christmas wishlists are written FAR beforehand. Children hope that they've been good, and begin to wonder, "What will Santa bring me this Christmas time?" As for those who don't believe in Santa, they still wonder about what they want for Christmas. Some will hint it to mum and dad. Some will just straight out say it.

Oh, definately. There's got to be some kind of mysterious force or power that overcomes us. A Christmas spirit. Or rather, the Christmas spirit. The whole feeling of wanting to write a Christmas wishlist; the act of buying gifts for others (friends, family and even strangers); the act of wrapping the gifts; the organising of a party, and the process of cooking up the perfect Christmas dinner (turkey turket, ham, cranberry sauce, gravy); the moment you wake up in the morning knowing that "It's Christmas", you rush to the bedrooms of every member in your household wishing them a Merry Christmas with a smile on your face; the unwrapping of gifts, the feeling you get when you gather the first sighting of what is beneath the wrapping; the hugging; the kissing; the mistletoe; the over-played Christmas carols played everywhere you go, whether it be the little grocery shop down the road or your usual hairdressers; the Christmas tree, bright colours and bright lights; the smiles, so warm and so happy and joyous and...

Oh, goddamn it - there is definately a Christmas spirit around us, within us. Every single one of us. We may scorn against the horrid Christmas carol versions being played in our local supermarket, and the over-done decorations of every building (offices, homes, shopping centres, etc) - but deep down, I have learnt, that Christmas is all about this. The love and the dislike of this festive season. We may claim that we're over Christmas, but again, deep down there is a spark ready to transform into a larger thing - a flame.

And that is the spirit of Christmas.

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Anyway, enough of this. I actually need to get ready for tonight, and fix up the internet. The connection's been really dodgy especially this festive season, and I'm getting tired of it.


Cheers!