What a wonderful time this Christmas is – so hectic, noisy, full of lights and advertising slogans, textbook “Happy Holidays!”, party invitations and rush. Urgency for everything – work, relationships, phone calls, parties and breakfast.
I’m sure you have sudoku of varying complexity running around in your head, just as I do when I’m dealing with everyday, complexly simple matters: my children’s quarrels, my husband’s differences with his wife, my mother’s problems with the broken fridge, the menu for the cake dinner, the “what about the duck or the goose at Christmas?”. And, of course, the “what to get my girlfriend that would make her happy” question.
So what to give? Yikes, I’ve been thinking about it all December, and I’m desperate to buy it on the last day before that really “no-delay” last day. True madness!
It’s just a kind of madness that I’m getting used to and I’m not afraid of, because I know when it subsides I can be “that nice me” again – a bit lazy, a bit of a thinker, a bit of a drama, a bit of a rock ‘n roll. I can afford it. You too.
And now let’s run faster. It’s only mid-December and there are still some serious orders to complete, one bridal (if she says so) ring, another ring for a very serious person and a lot of neck jewellery with pendants for the real “it girl” like me, the crazy ones. They usually choose the smallest piece of jewellery – close to the skin and close to the eyes. Because it’s our eyes and the special look we give at Christmas that matter most. And then there’s that gentle hug, when there’s only room to breathe, isn’t there?
What is Christmas about then? Ooo… It’s about the realness of life, about not even understanding, about magnetism, the courage to be who you happen to be and stubbornness, burning, of course madly, eyes, warmth and soft hugs very close to our real skin.
Yours sincerely,
Renata Jaku
