I, guess like many, I've been infiltrated by the Holiday Spirit, for about a week now. Everything's abuzz and and moving along the tune of a classic Christmas jam and the cheer of giving.
Christmas, has always been my absolute, favorite time of the Year. I'm not sure if I'm slightly partial because I'm a December born, baby and since as early as I could remember, December was magical to me.
And, in perfect sync and with hair-line, precision, the element of magic has taken precedence during this, joyous time. It's so big, kinda like the smiles of all that I've encountered all week. ALMOST, as large as the one I'm currently wearing as I write this. My heart holds one end of the perched, corners of such an enlarged smile...my spirit embraced and nestled the other one.
I'm overtaken by the glow that normally gleams from halos, worn not only by those I've had the pleasure of having breakfast and a cup of coffee with this morning, but also from familial, strangers. The sway of my body is in perfect timing with the very sultry, "Santa Baby", as it rings, seductively from the overhead speakers. The cheery, chatter and brilliant laughter has ensconced us and filled the room; I've been taking moments to briefly break away from the conversation, to look around and drink in my pleasantly, stimulated environment.
I'll have another cup of coffee, look into the eyes of my loved one(s) and hope they know how much I love and appreciate their very being. I'll send them infinite love, take my last swig of joy in a mug and then get lost in these, magically, enchanted Christmas Eve streets.
Merry Christmas Eve & Namaste
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