On Christmas Eve, I received the box my family sent. I was so excited to open it, I think I became two years old all over again! The box...OH THE BOX was ull of presents. I had almost forgotten Christmas was a day away before opening the box. The wrapping paper, confetti and the 10" Christmas Tree... it was the happiest moment I had since I've been here. In a place where Christmas is unheard of and coming from a place where it is everything and it fitting in a box was heart warming. In this moment, I was in my own world in Turkey almost. They should start selling Christmas in a box! I may have figured out why I hate Christmas... the spirit during the season is the only thing that makes it alive; the decorations, the christmas trees, the gifts... without its is simply December 25. It's temporary happiness, people have allowed this holiday to loose its meaning and boundaries. No one sits around with family anymore and just appreciate each other or the moment in itself. Instead we hop from house to house fixing plates and seeing what else ther is to collect. This year I lived without Christmas other than wha was sent to me in a box... I survived even though I lived 18 years within it.
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