Amelia returned from the city angry, wanting to do some shopping in peace. Unfortunately, she couldn't. There were so many people everywhere. Many mothers with children squealing, "Mommy, I want this for Christmas...", "Mommy, please bring me this..." Everyone was running around, rushing somewhere, and strangely excited, joyful. They radiated an aura of anticipation, joyful expectation...
Amelia, on the other hand, was angry; she wanted to buy herself some new perfume and maybe some pants. But how!? How!? In this crush, this rush. You have to constantly watch out for pickpockets or accidentally lose something. She settled into her four empty walls. She turned on the radio, wanting to relax, wanting to listen to good rock music, but instead, a Christmas carol was playing. She turned the radio off so hard it fell to the ground. Amelia thought about how much she hated Christmas. Lavish food, expensive gifts... What's the point of that, who needs it!? Why celebrate New Year's Eve too!? A night just like any other! Amelia decided not to celebrate Christmas or New Year's Eve! She convinced herself that these were just like any other day... The fact that people were gripped by this madness meant it wouldn't affect her too. And after Christmas, she'd buy herself some amazing clothes with the money she'd saved!
The days flew by faster and faster... Amelia sneaked stealthily across the street until one day a large, bearded Saint Nicholas appeared in front of her. She tried to escape, telling him what she thought of Christmas... The Saint was worried. He asked her to remember her childhood holidays. The smell of the Christmas tree, gingerbread, carp floating in the bathtub, fireworks, and much, much more... She ignored him. She returned to an empty house. But the holidays were everywhere, swarming her from the radio, television, outside the window, and in the newspapers. Resigned, she went to bed. That night, she had a strange dream. She dreamed that she was being attacked by a huge Christmas tree that wanted to devour her. Santa Claus defended her from the bloodthirsty tree, begging her to remember her childhood. When she got up in the morning, she did everything she could to forget. In the afternoon, she decided to leave. She felt sad. Her feet carried her to her friend's. There were more people there. Everyone was kind, exchanging greetings. It was sincere and genuine. There was so much kindness in that one day that it would last for several cold months... As she returned home, her heart slowly melted. On the way, she bought a small Christmas tree; it smelled wonderful... She took out a dusty set of baubles and lights. A festive atmosphere immediately arose. She slept soundly through the night...
The next day, she went shopping. She bought trinkets for her loved ones. She was no longer bothered by the crowds, the rush, the hustle and bustle, or the grumbling children. She found joy in the holidays.
Amelia felt the magic of the holidays thanks to people who like and love her. Thanks to people who want her to be happy, who want her to be happy. People who bring a smile to her lips and a cheerful sparkle to her eyes. Amelia is happy. However, she's afraid of the memories and losing that happiness. Fear intertwined with happiness and gratitude for what is.
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