Welcome to this
year's Blogmas, lovelies!
After an explosive
November, I promise you a cozy, sparkly and nontheless inflamable
December – I'd say it's my favorite month of the year if it wasn't
for the horrible cold. Let me tell you why....
First and foremost,
my birthday
I'll be twenty
tomorrow and tomorrow I will definitely fill you in about that to an
extend no one needs to bear twice, so we'll wait....
Christmas, duh
A whole month
dedicated to love, joy for all, Coke advertisements and gifts? I'm so
in. Honestly, everything smells of cookies (I actually don't like
cookies, except for speculatius. But they do smell good), the light
is dimmed (makes for a great complexion) and clothes are velvety and
wooly and it all just feels more quiet and festive and pretty to me.
Other girls just
offered an old lady a train seat and now I feel really bad I didn't.
But it was a Christmass-y scene, so.
I have to repeat
myself, but there's so many birthdays and parties and reasons to buy
and get gifts in December, and I adore all of that so much that it's
the biggest reason I love this month. It's like there's a huge bow
wrapped around the whole of it. And, come on, glitter!
The schoolyear feels
like it's come to an end. Although it technically isn't (the worst is
yet to come, exams in January = a whole month to scratch from the
calendar), classes are over and half of December is spent away from
all the inconveniences they bring (trains, people with train
personalities, ALL public transport actually, homework, early hours,
stuff I don't care about, late hours, everything with wheels besides
my beloved car). Heaven.
Advent calendars.
That's not the same point as Christmas, mind you. It's about
pre-excitement in form of chocolate, or stories, and I love a good
tease like that.
I'm wearing such a
tight dress that my sparse meal of the day – apple juice and cereal
– is sticking out already. I'll give you more details later. Not on
the sticking out, but why I'm wearing that dress.
Family time away. A
couple of years ago (feels like forever has happened since then) I
already told you that I can't imagine Christmas spent at home. For
most of my life, we have strictly gone away every year, to ski or,
recently, just to be somewhere else. It's just so easy, being at a
hotel – you can concentrate on being in the right holiday spirit
and putting on your clothes for dinner and going Bowling or whatever
together without having to deligate potato-skinning to your loved
ones. You don't even have to eat potatos if you don't like them (so
gross).
The only thing I
miss is a tree of our own (no one has ever let me put my presents
under the one in the lobby), so I'll probably grow up to fill my
living room with the hugest tree I can find every year.
In that spirit: Get
yourself a tree and read my daily updates under it. That would be
fun.
Love,
Rosy Smith
