When I was a child, I used to worship christmas.
Then as a teenager, I hated it. I thought it was commercial with all those glitters & lies.
Now I don't even know. It's like reality is nothing faced to dreams, and dreams nothing faced to reality.
I thought it was all fake. But now I hear laughs. I see tears with joy. I hear music & bells. I can feel happiness & the christmas spirit inside my veins. Is it bad ? Is this real ?
All I know is how to pretend to be, until I believe it so much that I wouldn't tell the difference. I guess this is what people call growing-up.
If we are living in a fake world, full of unreachable fantasies, then I wonder : is it not christmas everyday ?