Tuesday, October 26, 2004 @6:06 pm
The smell of Christmas is faint in the air.
Now before you think me crazy, let me prove my sanity, continue reading, (if you please).
And if you are wondering about my perculiar style of writing, it is because I am in the midst of reading Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte; a book which had long been elusive of my attention. But I now sit down with it in my hands, my eyes feasted upon it, and am quite contented and attracted to the story.
Let me now continue to tell you about the smell of Christmas. You smell the first tinch of Christmas once the rains come. You know recognise it instinctively. You can't describe it, but you know definitely that it is the smell of Christmas. You start thinking of past Christmas, the Christmas mood comes naturally to you. You can't wait for the holidays to start, that you can start making preparations for the season. It lifts your spirits, whatever woes you have are gone with the wind.
Which is why right now, I am pushing back Chinese and reclining in my chair in the comforts of Jane Eyre. It is a moment of bliss.
Well, I will continue my revision of Chinese, but not before the close of a chapter.
you know you love me