Christmas is approaching. The shopping frenzy is on. People are getting into the spirit. I look across the way and see all the lit Christmas trees along with the left-over Diwali outdoor lights. I must admit it is stunning to look at in the darkness. I have always loved the spirit of Christmas, not because of its religious connotation (let’s face it Jesus would have been born around April or May and not in December) but because of the joy it brings to so many people. Nothing is as beautiful as the crystalline laugh or shriek of a young child as they are opening their presents. Nothing is as splendid as the back of fingers brushing against a soft cheek or making angels in the snow on a cold December night. Well this is California, so the snow angels are out … LOL. I love the decorations, going to the stores and hearing the music loudly playing along as people are rushing by to nab the latest fashionable toy or capitalize on bargains. It adds a light bounce to my step and I feel happy. I really love to bring joy. I yearn for that smile, that shriek, the look of love in one’s eyes, and the smell of hot cocoa with cinnamon sticks. 
I would like to buy so many things for my nephews this year and yet it doesn’t look like I will be able to do much this year due to my predicament, but hopefully I will find employment by then. I really hope soon before I go completely mad. I am not one to relax at home. I really try to find something to do, but I just cannot concentrate. I feel like a tiger in a cage and all I want to do is roar. Let’s face it, maybe If I was independently wealthy I could get into it and really indulge in my passions, but right now, returning to work is in the back of my mind and I just cannot chill out.
The spirit of Christmas is once again upon us yet I desire nothing for myself. Ok, maybe I would like to go visit those cute meerkats at the zoo, which remind me so much of the one at home.
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