Ever since the end of summer, I have longed for the winter and Christmas to come. I always do. Year after year I dream of a city covered in snow and mistletoe hanging in the doorways, of Christmas trees and silver ornaments, and of happy times and a joyous holiday that I will remember for the rest of my life. I can carry the Christmas spirit wherever I go ever since the end of September but the closer it gets to the actual holiday, the more that magical feeling vanes.
I do not know why, but after a while the lights seem not as bright as before, the charols not as cheery, and the open fire not as comforting. Everything I had thought of doing seems so very impossible, and the people I had intended to do them with unreachable. Everything changes and no matter how much I try, I can not stop it. I am always disappointed.
This year, you have only made it worse. All of you. It does not even matter if you knew what you were doing or not; my Christmas was ruined before it even had the chance to begin.
I have even begun to wonder if there is such a thing as a Merry Christmas.
It involves posing in front of Tyrol....
...and among some giant christmas gifts and later on the riding of an old Carousel... 
The next day dawns and with it comes the time to go ice skating....
