5 days to Christmas, another 7 to a new year. My inner Christmas humbug has made its annual appearance to haunt me once more. The lights and festivities, warm and bright, contrast the inner loneliness and magnify the intense solitude. The tears escape from the icy chambers you started to thaw – beware the avalanche.
This year, I want to take a holiday on Christmas Island, where the population is few and Christmas lights, fewer. And in the dark of the night, I’d make a wish on a falling star and hope the universe hears my little prayer.