My Christmas tree would look fugly without the blinky lights.

Today I saw my Christmas tree, which is yet to be dismantled, and recalled I use to love putting up Christmas trees. Say, four years ago, I would pester my maid to bring out the Christmas tree earlier than necessary and the three of us (siblings) would decorate the tree together.

I would even ask my neighbours to call me over when they put up their tree. Oooh, I was one annoying kid. And I still am :)

But as I went down that memory lane of Christmas trees and sorts, I took several twists and turns, ending up lost in different memories.
I remembered things that were, thought about the could-haves, and regretted some of the have-beens.
Some memories made me smile, some made me laugh and some just made me frown.
All the while, I was looking at the tree, but not seeing.
And I was probably just standing there. Eyes all unfocused and saliva dripping all.

When my focus came back to the Christmas tree, I accepted the fact that some things will never be the same. Some memories can never be reality again. But I can always make new ones. Bigger, better, and pink.
Happy 2010 :)
Three days late.

See what I mean about it being fugly without them lights?








