to be extra  happy, extra generous, extra patient, extra forgiving…  but I don’t feel it as much as I’ve felt it before.

Maybe it’s because I’m having a bad Christmas break due to some people who wont stop doing terrible things until they see you wreck and all? I dunno. I miss the excitement that comes with it, of having to go to work while everyone else is enjoying every moment in there. And maybe  because 2011 screwed up so bad that it changed this place twice like we’re characters in a disaster film.

But maybe, this Christmas and New Year would be the beginning of something rather magical and thrilling, too.

Oh, yes, twenty-eleven did screw up a lot, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t do any good at all. It’s just that the terrible ones seem too consuming that we overlook the things—both little and great—that made us happy. I won’t try to rack my brains at one in the morning to make a list of the good stuff that happened. I do know that these are catalysts to a far greater next year, rather than just simple memories to be kept when the gifts are unwrapped and the fireworks go off.

Happy holidays everyone!