And so this is Christmas.

Christmas eve came and went without a bang for me. No fancy Christmas dinners or snazzy dates. I just curled up at home watching Frasier(at the 6th season now, by the way), before a sudden headache caused me to retire prematurely for the night. Woke up real early this morning, with no inkling of how I should spend my day. I'm picking up my new spectacles later in the afternoon and thats actually all I have lined up for today. I'll probably walk around the Simlim area. After all, I am looking for a new digital camera. Christmas is all about the spirit of giving, isn't it? And since I don't have anyone special to give gifts to, I guess its only right I splurge on myself=).

Anyway, I've seen a torrent of gifts coming in from colleagues in the week preceding this holiday season. Its strange though, they're all edible stuff, mainly chocolates. Talk about a sugar rush. So now my desk has about 4 boxes of chocolates, and one tin of candy. And this is after we've finished about half of them. Seems its unavoidable for everyone in my team to put on some inches this yuletide season. I guess I've got to step up on the running a notch if I want to make it through the season unscathed.

In any case, Christmas has a very different connotation for me. Since I don't exactly celebrate Christmas or Thanksgiving, I can't totally identify with the holiday. Basically the act of gift-giving is strictly "getting into the season" for me. No work on the actual day is like an extra bonus. To me, Christmas, being at the end of the year, is always synonymous with closure. Its the time when I take some time and look back at what I have done, haven't done, wished I had done, had done better,etc. This sounds pretty grandiose, but thats more or less what I think of the season. Of late, there have pretty much been more regrets than there have been satisfaction, both on work, as well as on the personal front. I guess I should try harder. Maybe things will turn around in the new year. I can only hope. Life always has the uncanny habit of pulling a fast one on me, though most of the time, with less than desirable results.