When you are very young, you imagine that a Christmas spent in two represents perfection. Later, when your first love is born from your love, you imagine you have reached the peak. But the second child comes ... and you realize you did not know what true happiness means than NOW.
The memory of every Christmas stays in my memory as the tab of a book that when we write it, we do not realize we do it with our blood. Only when the number of tabs grows, when the book is getting harder, we feel the need to look back and see what we have written, which tab is the most beautiful, which wakes us up with the most memorable memories ...
Every year when the perspective of another Christmas opens up, we try to turn it into something spectacular, unique, that we will remember all our life. We want it to be our most beautiful Christmas, unmatched by the past and the ones that will come. Sometimes even that happens, and Christmas imagined by us goes beyond what I dreamed.
Otherwise, Christmas does not meet our expectations and we are disappointed, somewhat frustrated, cheated ... But why would anyone be disappointed about Christmas and not himself, of people, of what he has given and received? Not. Christmas should never disappoint anyone if he has fulfilled his promise to prove himself good, to forgive, to forget what must be forgotten and to remember what needs to be remembered.