‘ITS Da most wonderful time of the YEEEEAR!’ WHAT a cliché… 

Being born in Siberia, who has…er, know how ‘lovely’ winter can be. Let me be more narratively illustrative…eh if you know what I mean :  

Day of snow :

Snowflakes fall but then wind turns ’em back to the sky. Perfectly could tell where the wind blows. Hanging out, stepping on the soft white blanket…seems like it;  all town in kind of hypersomnia, waiting for a summer sun to rise. A few folks had to come out, bet their kids made ’em to. All man seem to be busy with life, not focusing mush on whats around and how magically this falling snow scene looks like from all angles.  ‘Hey look up!  Stop looking at your phone! Missing all the FUN, look around…How whitish this tree is…How crystalish those sparks of flakes…How squeaky this sound of your steps…’ — Me standing at the traffic light, yelling at the morning moving crowd. Ahh me being sentimental, but surely i used to see such work-load focus and indifference to what happens around, especially in winter, wondering more where to get their coffee, whats on their lunch, and how to finish their work before 6 pm today.

You would be surprised or NOT — for those who lived in Russia at least for sometime —  to see so many moody people on the streets today; don’t smile, or say ‘hi’, they just live in this grey mushy surrounding, and so ‘Métro, Boulot, Dodo’ is the motto, um thats how they say in France — see nothing except metro, work, and bed. 

Yea sure, those Santa season — is about grey and milky-tint cloud filled the sky without a single sight of a blue. Kind of rural landscape, which I like, but would you call this a “wonderful time” ? Playing Xmas songs over and over again…coming from the shops around.

In some sense ‘YES’, if to look at these crowded decorated places — city centre, most historical sites, museums, central Xmas tree street — ohh would get blind looking at all those red…green…golden…purple lights, some kind of fairytale, catching softy white flakes on the way.

*‘...Last Xmas I gave you my heart and…’ Those kind of songs, especially this one, as an example, which I though is about kids at xmas,  similar to  ‘Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle all the way…’ — fun, simple, and catchy (before learning English language). Was shocking the day I figured, that song is not about kids…