Yet another snowless Christmas here in Romania, but at least we had fancy lights. The mayor spared no expenses when it came to lighting up our little town’s park.
I don’t know how enjoyable your holidays have been, but I spent mine at home, sorting my growing photo collection and reading and writing. I ate well and treated myself to The Grand Budapest Hotel, one of the most entertaining films I have ever seen.
Although I tried to resist the spirit of consumerism that hovers in the air about this time of the year, I succumbed to its influence, purchasing little presents for my small family, including a ridiculously expensive fruit cake of which I had but one meager slice.
I wrote to the blue-eyed nurse an email – a few words from her would have been a good Christmas present – but she has not replied. Nor did a special letter, which was promised me from a distant continents, arrived, but it ain’t no matter, I’m still waiting for it.
In other words, except for some IKEA cutting boards mother left under our fake plastic Christmas tree for me (she’s great at picking gifts she is, though I must admit that these cutting boards are colorful and a treat to use), I did not receive any other presents, but then I didn’t except or deserve any. After all, I have given myself the perfect Christmas gift – my camera, without which you people would not have seen these fancy lights.
What did you get for Christmas?