I am making my wishlist. So many that it would fill-up the piece of paper. I write them down, one by one, mix and match, arrange it according to importance, then according to price. But knowing this will be the last Christmas, I look at the list again and felt it was empty.
I am putting decors at home. Dancing red and green lights, christmas tree full of christmas balls hanging around, gifts and toys below and a lot more just to feel the season. I let the door and windows open to welcome everyone. But it is only the cold wind which minds to visit. And knowing this will be the last Christmas, I stood by the door and felt like there's no one to call.
I am packing my bags and decided to go home for a holiday visit. Packed the gifts and toys beneath the chrismas tree. People there will be very glad to see me. I should be glad seeing them too. But knowing this is the last Christmas, I just couldn't make another step outside.
Days fade without the Christmas tree, without hearing carols, without seeing the dancing lights, without having noche buena, without the gifts, without the greetings... Where is the warmth of Christmas?
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