No doubt, our days have been occupied with a lot of things for Christmas celebration, and oftentimes we lost sight of the real meaning of it. Christmas, as we all know, is the celebration of the birth of our Jesus Christ and we should remind ourselves that this season brings magic to the eyes of Children.
Let’s surround ourselves with them and get infected with their real joy and excitement.
Indeed, Christmas is truly blessed when we still have the same warm feelings we had as Children. Enjoy the season and be like a happy child. ❤️
I don’t know why this kid suddenly grab the plastic flowers and kneel down in front of me. I was smiling and said yes, I do. I bet he was watching some TV drama and tend to imitate it. Ha-ha. He was so cute. I told him to kneel down for a while so I can take pictures for our cute memory and he listened.
To be in the middle class society, I would say I have a hard time getting and receiving what I want. My parents were always tough in budgeting, that they would only first provide me all the basic needs and the rest were just like always on the line.
When I was young I always wanted to have a beautiful doll and a bicycle. In fairness, my parents gave me one doll but it was worn out already and has a very ugly face. I played with it since I have no choice to be fussy. Later, I learned to make a paper doll which was more satisfying and lasting for my pleasure. Unfortunately, I never had my own bicycle; it was out of my reach. I was just able to borrow from friends and rented from our neighbors.
When I looked back at my younger years, I was lack of material things and I always wondered about it. I always asked the heaven why we are not rich and yet never heard an answer. Despite of it, I can always consider my childhood with a very happy time in my life. I was free then. No worries. No burden.
I wish I could go back the old times and enjoy it more.
a couple of metaphors dripping from a broken soul | cocooned by solitude | afraid to love | lover of afrika | daughter of pain | wanderer | seeker | attracted to flowers🌼 | a hippie living in the wrong generation | nehanda's baby girl | occasionally sane | decolonised bohemian | recovering hopeless-romantic | in love with love | i have a medical condition, it's called hurt-phobia | somedays i love with my eyes, my heart is lazy | i prefer something else but they call me liz |