It’s Christmas here in Singapore though it doesn’t seem like it’s Christmas. There’s no snow, no white and no coolness against my cheek but it is indeed Christmas, and my favourite time of the year.

I don’t know why I like it so much. I don’t feel extremely elated nor excited but there’s this feeling of calmness within me. When I tell my friends it’s my favourite time, they smile and ask me if it’s because of all the presents. I pause and think for a little while. The presents are just incentives but If it were because of presents I would love my birthday more. Mathematically, presents don’t make Christmas lovelier than my birthday.

I think it’s because weeks before Christmas everybody is getting ready for it. One can smell the feeling of Christmas, the tingle of the excitement saturating the air and leaving no room for hatred. Everyone is finally thinking of someone else and less of themselves because there’s this need to get gifts for others on this day of giving. I guess having the air filled with love and less of hatred and the stench of ego makes me like Christmas so much.

In the end, it’s all about the love, though my only dream for Christmas is for it to be white.