I have seen so many Santas this period—semi-naked, red-dressed girls—that I begin to believe this is what Santa looks like now.
No belly, no beard, no white hair, no beauty of wisdom.
No sledge, no deer, but well-shined SUVs with engines humming where silence once prevailed.
Gifts no longer fit in socks, but now love arrives oversized and loud—and yet remains insufficient.
Christmas exposes not our generosity, but our fear: the fear that love, left unwrapped, might not be enough.
We safely buy love.
Cute AF. Real love can’t be bought.
We actually trade love.
The higher the bid, the better the winning chances we get.
Highest bid: diamonds.
The earth gives us something
that can last almost forever—
and we use it to promise
what we struggle to keep
until morning.
THE 4C’s
Cut for how well the diamond is shaped and faceted
Color for how colorless the diamond is
Clarity for how free it is from internal or external flaws
Carat for the diamond’s weight (size)
Why don’t we get back to the wool socks by the fireplace and apply the 4C’s in what XMAS should be all about?
The Cut is personalized to our beloved ones
The Color is pure
The Clarity is true wishes
The Carat is just to fit into the socks
I always spent time during XMAS with my family and close AF friends.
My mum (over 80 now) always joins us, and her gifts DO ALWAYS FIT in socks.
This time, I collapsed with something that even socks were oversized for. It was a handwritten poem by her, all about what we always do as a family these days!
We all laughed. Like really crying from laughter.
Proved to be the most precious thing I came across these days!
- GF