New York will be the last thing on your mind when you say Christmas. The Big Apple could be a slum in a normal fast-paced city life. I too agree, that aside from the skyscrapers and the vast opportunity, New York doesn't appeal much to me as a very lovely place. Even the word lovely is in no match in dictionary to describe New York. Say mazing or exciting, but not lovely. You say lovely in a place where there's peace and harmony with nature. There could only be the hustle bustle in that big New York city.
Last year, I spent Christmas alone. It was hard enough not to see your family, but to freeze in cold alone in New York was excruciating. I was lonely all the more. This particular holiday was not a prerogative for me, but a predicament from my boss. I must have been a naughty boy for Santa to punish me that way. So I took off when couldn't bear it anymore, that I found the only comfort with my coat. I sauntered off to the winter chill.
It was fascinating. Don't you just love the white Christmas? It's fine slush of snow drizzling on your shoulder. It's
almost too romantic. Even in the chilling cold, the streets warm up with carols and the shopping galore. Lovers and family in the city rediscover life almost like they're given a precious break from the stressful life.
I love the wonderful lights that illuminated my solitude. People were unusually friendly. I even got to skate. I went round and round, raising my hands up, feeling the magic of the season. I went to cafes to even stop for a minute to see. New York wasn't bad at all. There must be something special here for people to gamble on their future.
I definitely love the winter in New York. It's warmer than the summer. I marvel at how, by looking at these people and imbibing the atmosphere, I felt home with Santa's spirit.
