Ah, feels like Christmas already …
Pretty nice huh? And I’m not even terribly fond of Christmas. Why? Well, because this year, it falls on a Saturday, all the shopping malls are perpetually jammed (no fun when you’re actually working in one) and they keep playing that damn Bonnie M in the parking lot. I swear if I hear Rivers of Babylon one more time, I’m going to puncture somebody’s tyre.
Besides, I-dun-like-Christmas stories are almost always more interesting than annoyingly happy I-lurve-Christmas stories. That said, I don’t totally dislike Christmas. There is one thing I do like about it – the fact that it’s one week away from the New Year.
2011, here we come! As we coasted farther down the road in Epernay, I could see the sun starting to peek out over the horizon …
I was struck by the explosion of fiery light and in it I saw hope. I saw promise. I also saw how filthy the bus windscreen was, but that’s a story for another post. After staring into the sun for a while, the light began to bug me and I had to put on my sunglasses. Ah, but I digress.
Once I was no longer blinded by the sun, I saw once again hope, promise, a new beginning, a beautiful calm … 2011 is going to be a good year. I can feel it from the top of my frozen head to the tips of my gloved fingers right down to my thick winter socks. I can’t wait. 
