29 days and counting

For the first time in all my 26 years, this year I'm not really looking forward to Christmas. Maybe it's because I'm as broke as a fragile vase that came crashing to the ground. Is there even a vase that isn't fragile??

I've always loved Christmas, as child like as I risk sounding, it's a magical time of year for me. There's no snow, and there's no Santa, i've come to terms with that..but when its christmas, you just feel the love.

I have great Christmas memories, right from rushing to get ready for mass with my cousins, to telling my Dad about me and Aji on Xmas day, to the Xmas dinner I had in South Africa with some of the best friends a girl could look for.

Somehow this year, the spirit just seems lacking. Of all things, it perked a little when I got on to Facebook and a friends page boomed with an instrumental of Jingle Bell Rock..but just a little.

I have to stop worrying about being broke..after all, it isn't about the presents right. I have to find that spirit, and i have 29 days.