Yesterday, I was tying my shoelaces, glanced at my dog's happy face, and suddenly realized it was already the seventh of the month, and tomorrow (meaning today) is the last day of the New Year holidays. Do they always fly by so quickly? Or has something changed over the years? But I guess it's just a personal feeling.
I've noticed that lately, people are talking more and more about the lack of a "festive mood," while not wanting to put in even a little effort to create it. Christmas trees don't decorate themselves, greetings don't come out of nowhere, and even gifts aren't given by Santa Claus.
I love the New Year; it's my favorite holiday, and I've always been happy about it. Even when I had to spend it alone, it only evoked wonderful feelings in me, although not always joy, haha. There's something magical about it.
Despite the fact that the holidays passed by quite quickly, I'm not at all upset, quite the opposite. Because, by fate and my own laziness, I worked on this very story during the holidays. Not all the time, but a significant portion of it. Of course, it didn't turn out exactly as I planned when I started it on December 5th, and many moments could have been done better if I had put in more effort. But I'm still happy because I really wanted to share a piece of my New Year's mood with you.
Thank you to everyone who read it!
It was all for you!
Meow.