Last Christmas, I gave you my heart

I like it when the first snowflakes melt in my open mouth and I’m not able to open my eyes because they’re covered with the white wet flakes

I like the smell of the Christmas tree’s needles when it stands in the living room for the very first time

I like to sit in church on Christmas Eve singing Christmas carols, always checking that someone else is singing louder than myself

I like the sound of my feet walking in the crunchy snow, sliding and slipping

I like to walk underneath the snow-loaded trees feeling so small and overwhelmed

I like the moment when you walk into that candle-lighted room, the smell of candles in the air, asking myself what Santa Claus might have brought me

I like to see if my pile of presents is the tallest

I like to decorate the tree with decorations that I made ten years ago

I like the smell of self-made cookies baking in the oven

I like walking on the icy road, slipping and falling just to end up sitting on the ground laughing by myself

I like to hold a cup of hot chocolate when it’s freezing outside and all you can see looking through the window is a wild rush of snowflakes racing to the ground

I like eating my favorite meal before opening the presents even though it used to be hard to concentrate on food when I thought that Santa might still be in the house

I like running through the magazines looking for the perfect present for all my loved ones

I like pretending for a while that everything is going to be okay.

I love the Christmas season.

I don’t like when it’s too hot for my Christmas sweater on Christmas Eve

I don’t like when the only snow you see is on TV

I don’t like when the place that feels the most like Christmas, is the mall

I don’t like to sit in a sticky church with fans on all sides

I don’t like to feel bad about eating too much in Christmas season

I don’t like to sit by a pool thinking about rolling in the snow

I don’t like to look at the smallest Christmas tree I’ve ever seen just to find out that it’s made out of plastic

I don’t like to miss so many people knowing that they’re so far away

I don’t like to get on a plane the day after Christmas, knowing that it’s not taking me home

I don’t like to realize that life isn’t always the way I want it to be.

I hate not being home for Christmas.