Wake up the 24th december in a tropical region is like dink a Guinness in the desert.
It would remind you another world, far from there.
May be the sun, temperature, flower season...but in reality I know that hurts me the fact that Christmas represent the born of a child, whereas my life now is contamined only by death and memories.
I'll try to, not to erase this tought, to change my feelings in order to change my mood...but it's not so easy and the 25 it's tomorrow...
A traditional Christmas song, and some lights, and all that obvious stuff, are not enough.
May I have to wait the next year?