I do not need to tell you that Christmas is around the corner.
All symbols are present: snow, cold, lights, shop windows, the crowds, the chestnuts, shops overflowing.
I love Christmas but this always happens when all sickens me, get drunk, annoyed.
More than ever, I feel like less, better. I urge calm and gentle inspiration. I want to bake cookies and cakes in a large kitchen where a wood fire burn. I want to settle down comfortably, let my imagination wander, to scribble a few pages.
Like everyone, I wrote my letter to Santa. I look forward to discovering my gifts and unpack. I look forward to spending my first Christmas with my little boy.
I have lots of desires and projects for the holiday weeks. And I want to let me live, let go and drop all expectations, mine and others'
So this morning I started smoothly. The koala was in agreement. I put my old record by Bing Crosby, I lit garlands of fir, I left scroll through old photos on the screen of my computer and I enjoyed this sweet moment: my koala calm and smiling, hot tea, the melody of "Jingle Bells," "White Christmas" and "Joy to the world, fresh bread and this morning nothing.
I hope that Santa will bring toys in my little shoe and hope it will bring me mostly mild days, simple, clean and happy.
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