the scent of december

The breeze sneaks into my room thru the upper ventilation, and whisper softly to announce its coming.."wake up, ...this is me"
Heavily and doubtfully, I lift up my eyelids and squint at the clock and doze off.
For the second time with the same gently voice, it whispers again.."don't you look forward to seeing the gifts I've prepared for you ? with me also a present that you've never dared to dream about before..I have prepared it for years ."

Suddenly I realize that's the real voice of my true old friend that never fails to come in every december. I pop out the eyes, stretch my body ,snatch the handmade wallet and dash to the six year old bike for a joy ride. In the nearby traditional market I park my bike and start to fill my basket. After quite enough time the basket looks overburdened and my wallet goes empty. And I go home.

On the way, my best old friend and I chant in harmony...It empowers me to forget all the pain, the scars, the bitterness, and the tears...
My heart is so light without any burden. I feel I can fly.

At home I take out each thing purchased. Compliment after compliment for each of the things uttered over and over. I am so content and pleased.
Once in a while my old friend hides and comes out immediately to make me laugh and sure that everything is all right.

My old friend always conjures up memories of memorable family events,my mom's busy kitchen, my father's advices, my siblings' hopes, and my dreams when I was very young.....!!