THE best way to spend Christmas is with the one you love, especially that special someone who rules your heart.
I have always felt this way, and this year is no different. I have been excitedly counting the days to Christmas, because I know that my heartbeat will be here, and anticipation makes it difficult to contain the feeling of euphoria that engulfs my entire being, bringing undercurrents of excitement and joyful expectation.
It is not about money or what physical gifts he will bring; his mere presence fills the entire house with good cheer, and imbues the atmosphere with warmth, love and the kind of happiness that only he can bring.

Making time

I have finished all my holiday cleaning, but I still have to go shopping – something I detest this time of year, because I dislike my little toes being trampled upon by bigger, heavier feet; and the fact that people bump into me all the time gives me a headache.
I am one of those people who like to shop in relative ease: no crowds, no stress, and no rush, just sheer ease, where I can browse through stores and get what I want in good time, without being sweaty and miserable trudging along with countless bags.
The only thing about shopping I don’t like is carrying all the bags afterwards. Most women like shopping. At least, the men can assist us to carry the bags to our destinations.
I am doing all this just to have enough time to be with the love of my life; it has been months since I last saw him. The good thing about a long distance relationship is that you can express yourself over the phone without getting into, er, trouble; and that’s just one of the plusses.
I have been looking forward to this meeting for some time, and I just want everything to go well. It looks good so far, and I am keeping my fingers crossed.
What adds to the excitement is that my love is a fantastic cook, so when he gets here, I expect him to cook me a pot of cook-up rice, my favourite dish all year round; and even in the festive season, I don’t mind being served cook-up rice, because I just find it irresistible.
At this time of the year, which warm-blooded Guyanese woman would not want her loved one beside her, so she can share the goodies and the festive spirit with him? And it is no different with that special him or her for most people. It is what makes the holidays a little more exciting.

All I ask for

Christmas is all about giving and sharing, and at the same time, remembering what the Great God has done for us all, individually and as a people on the whole; and I always say that Christmas brings out the best in some people.
As I sit here, I simply cannot wait to see his face when the plane lands. I have silently planned the programme to guide activities over the holidays with him and my family, obtaining in the process one special consolation for this effort: I know I have waited this long for his warm embrace in days to come, and it is all I ask for at this time of giving and receiving.
Happy Holidays to all!