The Christmas Song

(Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire) : Lyrics

Chestnuts roasting on an open fire,
Jack Frost nipping on your nose,
Yuletide carols being sung by a choir,
And folks dressed up like Eskimos.

Everybody knows a turkey and some mistletoe,
Help to make the season bright.
Tiny tots with their eyes all aglow,
Will find it hard to sleep tonight.

They know that Santa's on his way;
He's loaded lots of toys and goodies on his sleigh.
And every mother's child is going to spy,
To see if reindeer really know how to fly.

And so I'm offering this simple phrase,
To kids from one to ninety-two,
Although its been said many times, many ways,
A very Merry Christmas to you

Having put the card in to the box, I closed it to place it on the top of the shelf, where its rightful place was, but somehow my fingers slipped and the box fell to the ground, scattering the paper memories.

The box contained every note and every card I had received, every ticket to a play or movie that I watched, every bus pass I had carried, since my primary school days. I am a hoarder you see, and I believe that every thing has its own story to tell.

Well, in some sense, dropping that box allowed me to re-live the memories of days gone by, but as I picked every piece up and examined it, I realised that there were things that were simply not worth keeping, things like the obligatory cards I had received in return for the cards I had sent out and cards from primary school friends who claimed to be best friends, but who turned out to be superficial backstabbers. I have lived out twenty five years and as each year passes, I put more memories into my memory box - memories that are forgotten as time passes, but are vivid when that box is opened after a time. Some are good memories of cameradarie and friendship, some are memories that beg to be erased away. Some memories are lost while others remain and thinking about memories makes me think, what memories do others have of me?

It is either the overload of Mcdonald's or the overeating, or the lack of exercise that is causing it, but I felt a contraction in my chest today. It wasn't a drawn out contraction, just felt like a lump of food was stuck in my lungs for a couple of minutes, very much like how the oesophagus feels when you swallow a large chunk peanut buttered bread too quickly without sufficient chewing.

I hope it is nothing serious.