It’s supposed to be a quiet day. Unfortunately it was not. The DVDs, CDs and books I brought in to the office which were meant to kill the time before Xmas were totally left aside. The TV was turned on after 12pm initially for a Xmas movie, but we never found ourselves time to sit in front of it to watch. Donuts were bought for the afternoon tea, but after 2pm, everybody seemed in the mood of escaping, sweets were simply not an appreciate avenue. I fixed a couple of things that had come up over the weekend emergency phone before the lunch time and for the rest of a few hours before I headed home, we were just sitting there gossiping. The roses my colleague picked from her garden were blooming on my desk. The subtle aroma was like morning dews after a rain.

I felt extremely lacking of energy after I got back home, and it was worse than the worst that I have ever had. I lied on the bed and didn’t want to get up to cook the dinner. We ended up eating super quick noodles with left-over soup and watching two not very impressive DVD movies.

It was nearly the midnight when I went to bed. It’s been so much going on before right this moment. The most highlighted moment of the Xmas Eve only lasts a couple of hours a year, but people have invented so many ways to prepare it, welcome it, celebrate it and get themselves into it as if it’s forever. I looked out the window, 70% of cars outside our building had gone. It was extremely peaceful in the night air. I imagined where other people were at this moment, what they were doing and whom they were with. It was the first time that a Xmas song spontaneously occurred to me. It was “Silent Night”….