I miss when seasons change.
I miss when the trees become orange and yellow and red. I miss when the big cold arrives. I miss joyful big socks and staring at the rain.
I miss finding one of the cats under the blanket. I miss waiting for the first snow. I miss those horrible Christmas lights they put in the city center.
I miss having hot chocolate and watching some episodes under a big blanket. I miss wearing a scarf. I miss the big winter wool sweaters.
I miss being happy when there is a little bit of sun outside and I miss having a cold nose.
Here in Morocco this season is boring: it´s a little colder now, but the colors are the same, there are no Christmas lights (duh!) and it just feels like the temperature is dropping, leaving all the magic behind.
How sad is winter without Christmas? I don´t believe in Christmas is the christian way and I hate that pressure we all have: buying buying buying. But, after all, it´s a beautiful time of the year!
You prepare your house with a tree and many other little things, you listen to weird music, you sing along, watch old movies, dress in red, put lights everywhere, go to the Christmas-markets... it´s a joyful holiday after all! And I so miss that atmosphere!
Do you think that, if I start decorating a palm-tree, everyone is going to think that I´m crazy?
Rudolph the red nose CAMEL
Had a very shiny nose…