The bonfire is lit, goodies ordered from the nearby bakery and I am dressed in my Sunday best. I chose to be on a vacation alone, away from the maddening crowds everywhere. The clock and calendar remind me itβs Christmas. Loneliness strikes.
I await a few spirits to join me, but I need to choose which ones. I go down memory lane to see my happiest moments β excitement, anticipation, laudable achievements. I invite those to come over, so I could soak in their spirit to recharge.
The colors of the night are the perfect canvas for joy to appear. I look up at the sky and wait for the Moon and stars to appear. Do they not visit this part of the world? They might appear a little late, after spreading cheer in the busier parts. It is a Full Moon Night, and there β¦my friend makes an appearance. The companions will soon follow.
I will drink alone, and make merry. I know Iβm ready to face the world again β with all the disappointment and misery they load on me.

The spirits of Christmas. Love the sentiments expressed.
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Thanks so much!
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Beautifully written, Reena.
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Thank you, Denise!
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well written
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Thank you, Pankaj!
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Good one.
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Thanks!
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Wey
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Welcome π
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