(I’ve said this many times, and I’m going to say it again) Christmas as a young Adult is really weird, at least, weird compared to the experience of Christmas as a child. I overheard a young family talking on the train the other day about Christmas. There was a young boy talking about how there are two more sleeps till Christmas. He was so very excited.
I can still remember that excitement. Excitement for celebration, presents, and most importantly, Santa. Over indulging in tinsel, decorations, food, and wrapping paper.
Overhearing this tiny human on the train, and hearing the excitement in his voice momentarily transported me back to my childhood. I remember trying to not fall asleep so I could catch Santa, then waking up to a stocking of treats, and my parents full of excitement.
Soon, the nostalgic transportation was over, and I was back in my present day head, with present day attitudes and experiences. I’m not going to lie, Christmas completely snuck up on me.
I was aware that it was December, I was aware that Christmas was approaching, but even on Christmas Eve, Christmas Day seemed an eternity away. And now suddenly it’s Christmas. No lead up, no excitement. I’ve had a wonderful day, but it’s not magic. I find my magic in other places as an adult, but despite my personal change, the day itself and the celebrations it holds haven’t.
Now, on an unrelated note, these photos don’t have anything to do with Christmas. They were taken a few weeks ago in Centennial Park after a Wedding Nick and I went to. There’s this lovely rose garden contained within the gates, and to say that many roses arranged almost as a maze is magical is an understatement!
I hope you’ve all had a wonderful Christmas, and I’ll be seeing you again in the New Year :) :)