Taking advantage of my last sips of the delicious Caramel Machiatto I decided to write a bit. I just came back from doing some shopping for St. Nicholas. I bought lots and lots of sweets, tea cups and warm socks for my parents and for my grandmother. I’m very excited about this Christmas. Actually, no, I’m excited about Christmas in general, to be honest. I know, I know, it’s “over commercialized” and so on. I’ve heard this side of the story, too, because one my friends is a very cynical soul ( so am I in general, up to a point ).
i just can’t help it, that warm feeling inside once December starts. I love everything about it. I get so excited when the first Coca-Cola commercial with Santa comes up in the cinemas, or when Starbucks change their cups to red. I love listening to carols on the radio, all of them! ( Last Christmas was once my favourite song, so yeah…). I enjoy the slight taste of cinnamon in every food and I actually always wanted to have one of those ridiculous red-reindeer jumpers. I can’t wait to walk with my best friend around the shops and buy all kinds of stupid things for the relatives or help her choose a gift for her mum. Or, walking under the lights in city centre, taking pictures. What about those cute Christmas-markets, where they sell mulled wine and ginger bread?
I mean, how can anyone really hate Christmas?
I agree that the world doesn’t get better for a month, that people don’t change just because they see some lights on the streets and drink more hot chocolate. But it does send a positive message, to spread joy, make people smile. It should be more about that than about buying huge presents, I agree. And, like it or not, I actually think it brings a bit of warmth in this cold months.
My favourite seasonal songs (that you probably never even heard) to cheer up all the grumpy cats out there:
This evening , according to the legend, St. Nicholaus is filling the shoes of all good children with sweets and fruits. As a child, thanks to my family, I strongly believed in magic, St. Nick and Santa Claus. Today, it’s a joy for me to buy sweets for my parents, wrap them up and put them in red stockings.
Even the city seems ready to celebrate this eve and all Christmas lights have been turned on. I am proud to say that my city has never looked better and the Christmas maket is absolutely gorgeous. I see parents everywhere caring presents and bags and strangely it just makes me happy. I feel like in sort of a movie. Not even the freezing cold outside can bother me anymore.
Our beautiful, beautiful Christmas market.
To sweeten my day, as a pre-gift for tonight I got a delicious cookie:
So this is our tradition. Every night on the 5th of December good kids receive sweets or fruits. Sometimes, to those really good children, St. Nick may even carry a toy or two.
How are traditions in other countries? It is the same or totally different? What do you do on this day?
I’m waiting for your answers. Love, Maria.
(Yap, these are our presents.)
Aaah. Summer has totally kicked in and I finally surrender to its power. The wind brings hot breezes, the tables in the coffee houses are full with cold frappes, the only weapon we still have. I can only escape the house in the evenings, when I’m not completely melting away. Right now I am sitting at this utterly amazing italian restaurant and it feels like holiday. The sun had gone to sleep and the people crept out of their cribs. Everyone’s chattering around, looking on a device or enjoying the jazz music in the background. A young kid is selling red roses for the ladies and the smell is heavenly. The streets are completely crowded, leaving almost no space to the youngsters that have finally abandoned their virtual life for the city. Now, back at my sweet decaf frappe…