Vánoce 2011neděle, prosince 25, 2011
Posledních šest let mi bylo na Štědrý den vždycky smutno. Vždycky. Pořád jsem čekala na takovej ten yay pocit, co maj děti, když jdou ke str...
Posledních šest let mi bylo na Štědrý den vždycky smutno. Vždycky. Pořád jsem čekala na takovej ten yay pocit, co maj děti, když jdou ke stromečku, a on nikdy se nedostavil. A ani během rozbalování dárků. Ani během těšení se z dárků. Ani během pohádky. Ani během ukládání se do postele... prostě byl pryč napořád a já jsem se s tim nedokázala srovnat.
This Christmas it was different. It wasn't Christmas itself, I didn't travel back time to being little girl again. Our Christmas was the same Christmas as every year - and maybe that's why I enjoyed it that much. My expectations contained one flight ticket to Bilbao and that was it. Even though I said to my parents I don't want anything else cause it's not so cheap and I'm not the only family member, I got a few other things which made me surprised and very pleased. Family liked my Baby Jesus gifts, yay, and we spent the rest of the evening with 'Keeping Mum' and 'The Big Bang Theory'. And I was going to bed feeling fucking happy. We were together, atmosphere was wery christmasy and comfy and nice, my brother was cute and excited as hell... what more could I wish for?
Miracles don't happen, not even on Chritmas. And if I want some miracle to happen I have to go for it.