I Want to Be... Myself

Christmas is over again for a year. We gave and got presents, kisses, maybe love. We were a family again for some hours. And we were a new family too. This was my first Xmas as a wife. We spent Christmas Eve at home together. We didn't even go outside the house. We didn't want to. It was a memorable thing. We played, worked, talked and there were moments when we only lay next to each other, giving some kisses and thinking of the feeling inside.

When you are a child the whole family has Xmas together. It is a great feast with grandmothers, cousins, a great tree, a lot of toys, charming relatives. It is a pink thing.
When you are getting older, the family seems to get closer. There is a smaller tree, silent, kind and useful presents and maybe an all family dinner at the granny's.
When you get married the whole thing gets its meaning. If you think that Xmas is about love, your Christmas will be the ideal way to spend with your husband or wife. The feeling will touch your heart and you won't know what to do with so much things. You will maybe cry, but it doesn't matter. Nobody knows how to feel or what to do at the first time. All that matters is that smile in the other's eyes.
I can say, this was my first Christmas.