Monday, December 24, 2007
Memories From the Times Before
I remember all those times before, counting down each day, pulling the chocolates from the advent calendar with glee and waiting, waiting, waiting for Christmas Eve. Times were simpler, but then ignorance is always confused with bliss. When my idea of a holiday is still so closely keyed to the holidays of my past, is it so terrible that a part of me still wishes I could believe in Santa Claus?
Not Christianity, mind you, just Santa.
The disadvantage of being a convert: having so many memories of a time before.