Last Christmas

Let us count the days past by way of memories collected:

Last Christmas ... R. first met the object of her desire.

This Christmas, she's trying to forget him.

Last Christmas ... I was reeling from a break-up.

This Christmas, though with a few shards from the past, I'm, at least, getting there.

Last Christmas, T.P. invited me to her house to celebrate Christmas there (I was, unfortunately, on duty last year).

This Christmas, we have at least three more friends to celebrate the yuletide season with.

Last Christmas, I don't know if I know N. already.

This Christmas, well, he's been missing in action. (Hehehehe) Hopefully in the arms of his beloved.

Last Christmas, K., well, hasn't won the P1-M challenge yet.

This Christmas, she has, a beautiful home with whom she will share all the new memories of love and giving, everything else that money can't buy, with J. and J.

Between last Christmas and this year's, it's in the gap where we carefully tread to forge new friendships, renew and push on to better ourselves.

There's something magical about Christmases, that's why I use them as landmarks of personal progress. The point after all, of life, is to celebrate, the memories shared with those that crossed our lives.